The Great Truth

Yess, I am Socrates; the Father of Western Philosophy
I am not died, I am not murdered
I am alive in your minds n thoughts
But what happened to you.?
Look at your grim faces which are spoiling your souls
Your exanimate bodies and gloomy souls symbolize that;
You can't pursue your thoughts and are following your demagogues
If you think my last confession is my cowardness then you are a real coward
I am the martyr who fought for the search of truth, and happily executed by drinking the bowl of Hemlock
My execution is the proof of my Great truth "The unexamined life is not worth living"

Haphsa Chaudhary
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