Experiments with truth

One night, a man, long dead, visited me

It was his birth anniversary

The man needed no introduction

He arrived, on time, sat on the dais

In front of his own portrait

He delivered a short talk, the floor then opened for questions

Among the many questions, I too asked a question

Many of your experiments with truth have failed

Should you not revise the next edition of your book

The ever smiling man put his eyes straight into mine, and said

Hopefully, one day you will understand that

My experiments with truth never failed

One day you will appreciate I am still alive

One day you will rise to keep alive

My experiments with truth in newer contexts

It was time for me to wake up and conduct

My experiments with truth