The word Satyam means truth in most of the Indian languages. Nowadays, truth suffers at the hands of this cruel world. Satyam, a giant Indian company, which has brought light to a lot of people’s lives in and outside of India, is also suffering now.

Holding tight your hand
I raised high in this land
When you blessed me fully
Life cherished so beautifully
You took me all around
To show this world’s ground
You gave a real identity
To me in this growing century
This cruel world gave a blow
To break down your elbow
Today I cried hard a lot
To shed all my pains out
Men can cheat and lie
But Satyam, the truth should never die
With Prayers
A well wisher of Satyam, the Truth

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  • CutestPrincess on Jan 12, 2009

    you’re a great poem i can feel your sincerity to your land!

  • Yugandhara on Jan 12, 2009

    Wow Mythili.. this is good…

  • dr sanjay verma on Jan 12, 2009

    just great.
    you really have good writing skills.

  • Nathalie Sellars on Jan 12, 2009

    Beautiful, a very rich poem!

  • Uma Shankari on Jan 13, 2009

    ‘Satyameva jayate’ – truth alone triumphs, ultimately.

  • Bharani on Jan 14, 2009

    nice one

  • monica55 on Jan 14, 2009

    And the truth shall live on. Great work.
    Monica

  • luv2write on Jan 18, 2009

    Wonderful, may we survive this hard time..

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