Truth
There are pages of timeless themes,
Minds filled with countless dreams,
Books yet read to know what is meant,
Voices eager to speak that are silent.
How will we know the truth staring?
When will we see the finger pointing?
When shall come the message glaring,
Are these still above human discernment?
But heed the writing on the wall,
The truth surfaces in unlikely places,
It is like a huge fish struggling in its net,
Contained yet anxious to be free and yet,
Free it must be for the entire world to see,
Free it must emerge living or dying,
To give credence to pages of themes,
And to minds of a thousand dreams,
To make vocal silent volumes, to give tone
To voices yet unborn and unspoken,
Truth will emerge strong and victorious,
For it is this truth we live by, all of us.
Written by Ramesh Sujanani
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Awesome poem!
Glad you liked it Henry; A writer like myself grows from favorable comments like yours.
Glad you liked it Henry; A writer like myself grows from favorable comments like yours.
Awesome poem!