The Weight of Truth

The Weight of Truth

Upon the streets where stories hum,

A journalist walks, her heart succumbed.

 In Bengaluru’s embrace, chaos and charm,

She searches for truths, heedless of harm.

The caller's voice, a haunting tone,

“Follow the money, the seeds they’ve sown.”

A spark ignites—a story untold,

But is truth worth the dangers it holds?

She probes, she digs, through layers of lies,

With every step, a new compromise.

Ethics whisper, "Tread with care,"

Yet justice beckons, a silent dare.

Behind each word, a soul she sees,

The displaced, voiceless, brought to their knees.

Her pen their hope, her voice their plea,

But at what cost comes this decree?

Threats arrive, shadows loom,

Her mind debates: advance or exhume?

Her family pleads, her editor warns,

Yet duty anchors where doubt has torn.

Oh, the sleepless nights, the troubled mind,

Balancing the scales of truth and kind.

For every word, a battle fought,

For every truth, a lesson taught.

And when her story strikes the skies,

A city stirs, its people rise.

Corruption exposed, justice alights,

But her heart wrestles on lonely nights.

For the pen she wields is not just might,

 It bears the burden of endless fight.

To tell the tales others ignore,

To be the light on a shadowed floor.

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