PRAVDA

Truth in its simple ancient vesture hides
Soundless like a savant in rumination
Unable to bind the significant pages
History lags behind centuries
In pillars of stones and splinters
Mind the only loyal tough sentinel
Holds the last gateway blocks
All entities that decorates
The crowded pavilion of hurt
Unseen yet seen with no covenant signs
Much apart from the external boundaries
Of countries and continents
Knowing well when to blossom
Seasons not in any hurry
Unable to hold back the throbbing stream
Walls of heart cracks
Fuel of life flows like the ocean of monsoon
Mind, the commander conceals
Even the tiniest particle of invading clouds
Peace the ultimate destination
Where truth is an element of pain
Moments appear like eras
Too heavy to hold even a breath
Yet mind pulls it like a liberated land
It rains like the last stanza of a song
Seasons change
It is another phase of life…
”Happiness and sorrow
Are one and the same”
Heard aloud in a voice serene
The resplendent song
Of the Sages..