A tag on the bag,
The rag left under the table;
Called to the feast!
Recalled with their names,
To eat the fruits of life!
With the muse of the truth.
In the twinkling of the eyes! !
With the trumpet of the truth,
Sounding!
Echoes of a new day,
To declare the works of the truth to the World;
Able to teach along the line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Echoes of a new day! ! Sounding the truth. Thanks for your comment on my poem. Stay blessed always.