The Quintessence Of Being Free Poem by Suriya ...

This silhouette is a kaleidoscope
The myraid images of the mind
That play tyranny to a soul
That speaks of all the worries
Of the nations of the world
In one small mind
So impressed with purity,
Purity thats crystal clear;
Yes, the myriad images follow,
Follow the eternal path of longing
longing for virtue,
To be undisturbed and not waning
To think that every being sinned
Is morbidity, a terrible crime
To think that every soul is Thine
In all purity, trying to reach thee;
Into the midnight, into the daylight,
All that i long is, for you understand me
Is this world in Thy name,
In doing so strive for peace unlimited
Strive for all that is care,
When the world is just a wedding
of the black and the white
The dregs, not an enemity,
To the ill being of the
Selfish pride, that sucumbs
To the immortal strife for purity
An immortal strife for peace
It is the Quintessence,
All the world reaffirms and stands,
For it is forever,
The Quintessence of being Free!