It is man's illusion that provides
A colour to truth.
It is man's fancy that attributes
A shape to truth.
Untouched by any colour,
Unconquered by the red power,
Undiminished by the green bower,
Ushered by divinity-is Truth!
Ushered by divinity-is Truth! Exactly. When divinity takes the centre stage, all illusions disappear and what comes out is truth, the pure truth which is the essence of a righteous life. Thanks, Geeta ji.
Thank you Rajnish ji for your beautiful comment on this poem. My apologies for such a late response.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful depiction of the essence of truth, nicely encapsulated and elegantly brought forth with spiritual insight. Beautiful poem bristling with wisdom. Thanks for sharing Geeta.
Thank you for your elegant comment on this Truth poem. God bless you Chinedu!