TRUTH
During the scalding summer, how much
we yearn for a chilling morning drizzle? !
When in the bone biting winter lurch
don't we pray for a sunny sizzle?
Which season can man bear; I marvel
without a demur, to its full run? !
Yet swaggers he with synthetic preen
that he conquered the nature's riddle!
Come storm, Tsunami or some crisis
man at last comes to his consciousness
amidst falling contraptions of his
false conceptions and failed finesse!
Whence sprouts from the ruins of reason,
rationale and dialectics; the Truth
the vital Truth; that's beyond his breadth
to see, feel, deal, conceive and reckon! !
On that day when he is at his wits end
...no way to fight, no where to run and hide...
he can only seek the help of the Hand unseen
and kneel with faith before those Feet divine!
When in trouble, people turn to GOD. They ignore and laugh till the day of calamity then on their knees praying.
to me a surrender due to helplessness would'nt be a divine one
you have a way with words that gives a nice flow keep up the good work
Sathya ji, Your first para is so true! In this hot & dry Delhi summer I am praying for rain & early winter! The 'Truth' is there for us to find as always! In one of my poems I had prayed to God not to take all our sufferings away, or else we will forget to take His name! 10 +++ -Raj Nandy
Nice piece Sathya, the truth leaves you with a feeling of freedom. Beutiful piece and true! ! 10+
The face of truth is not horrible for a faithful soul, and the nature clearely tought us everything, to realise it is tough, nice job 10+
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder how many of us keep asking, 'What is truth? '. Maybe, truth is what we find with which we can live comfortably. Something or someone we don't fully understand but can accept without troubling or questioning thoughts. Truth then may be something that will last for awhile or it may be someone we can accept forever.