A dreamy vision, starry eyed it is,

Idealistic, a myriad morality, 

Oh! What delightful bliss it is

Truth, as they say, an epitome of spirituality.

 

Ancient, carved with exquisiteness,

Still radiating ideals, long buried in dunes

Glistening, emanating duality of high finesse,

With nuance, complexities of aged runes.

 

As tinted blue waters, it flows endlessly

As dark skies, it possesses unusual beauty

Like strings it plays effortlessly 

Immortal, truth has always been.

 

Devastating, brimming with melancholy

Yet seekers, few say

Tears are a part of a seamless world,

Completing all that is incomplete,

 

Strokes of shades, vibrant, beautiful 

Black is one of them

Jumbled pieces , life can be

Yet truth is Immortal

Immortal, truth has always been.