Please tell it slant , the truth
Only if you must, says aunt.
Truth can dazzle eyes black
Like hers ,now closed below
With the watch ticking away .

Aunt was a mom ,a big mom
In green, fond of wrist watch.
She gives us mixers to make
Our truth and hers palatable,
Keeps ticking watch with her.

Please tell us truth but slant.
Let sun’s rays fall on it slant
So  body is not ultraviolated.
A little sun screen may help
A beach body in an old bikini.

Let watch be buried as truth
As men get busy with mixers.
They hear truth ticking below.
They come here in quiet hour
And keep ears glued to earth.

(Reading Emily Dickinson poem Tell all the truth but tell slant)


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