Suppressed Truth Poem by Sathya Narayana

SUPPRESSED TRUTH
In your naïve, delicate heart
Effervescing are outlandish myths
By sitting in that darkness at length
Your mind too is daubed
With the Stygian hue
Remove once the curtains
Allow the Sun of reality in
Bask for a while in His shine
In seconds it will be your turn
To scintillate with a new élan

You have an intimate mate
His name is hope
You have an inherent instrument
It is none other than effort
They are your arms and ammunition
To fight this life long trepidation
Let me whisper you one secret
Take no note of your enemy’s might
When you stop not your salvo
Victory is yours, it is imminent
For ages this has been the suppressed truth

Sathya…