The Truth
Dr.
V. V. R. PRASADA RAO
This
single sunbeam of unique whiteness
Was
all purity and integration
Till
it touched and befriended
That
wicked glass-piece
Refracting
the multi-coloured lie.
It
is as easy to miss the ring and the wristlet
As to miss the gold.
Between
the pond and the Pacific
Truth
lies interred in her watery grave.
Delving
deep into the depression of divergence
Kicking
for breath and clutching at the drowning straws,
I
thought I was lost in the boundless abyss
Of billowy ignorance.
But
something pushed me up, and I began to see light.
Was
it because of the pearl that I held in my grip
In that terrible test of endurance?
There
are two lips but one voice.
There
are two ears, but hearing is one.
There
are two eyes, but sight is one.
What
is the Truth? The BI, the DI or the UNI?
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