Am I coming to senses?
Do things fall to places?
Curtains do slide to sides,
Pellicles move from eyes
And I see splendid sunshine,
Never I imagined ever exist.
Human ken is limited,
Blindfolds in bright glare
Of immortal naked truths
Beyond its limited depth,
And I alas, went berserk,
Coated all worlds in pitchdark.
I fought like false warrior,
Put to sword sprouting doubts,
Day-night in tireless pursuits
Bloodied my wrong hands;
Alas, truth was in shambles,
None to plead for its cause.
For aeons in mad craze,
Sunk in hell's nightfall
I ran helter-skelter,
Butchering all in front
Till truth itself stood straight
And dazzled before eyes.
Now I know the truth
As bright as thousand stars
That blinded me in soul
And blindfolded my eyes;
Alas, the onslaught I fared
Redeems not inner peace.
Yet truth is always truth,
And I'm always I,
And there's always a bridge;
Disservice I did to truth,
Truth itself manifested
For truth's own sake.
Truth never faults,
Truth never falters,
For truth is truth itself;
Truth guides on right path,
Oft in painful course,
Ultimately to truth itself.
Truth brached darkness
It itself brought on me
To broaden my ken;
Then revealed herself
In all her grandeur
And thrilled me by her spell.
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