The Call of Truth
One can hear the wailing of truth
That echoes in the heart of earth
The voice of just floats in the air
That jerks him to be dare.
One can feel the blurring of rights
That engulf umpteen number of lives
The voice of protest melts in the dark
That leaves indeed a sound reflection.
One can taste the diminishing values
That trudge him back from humanity
The voice of truth adorns his dreams
That rouses him from the dormancy.
One can see the recurring of history
That grasps the brain of illusion
The voice of service knocks his conscience
That blends him back to society.
One can touch the quivering vein
That wraps his wisdom with an impulse
The voice of equity hails for success
That sucks him to the world of reality.
One can smell the aroma of freedom
That glistens over the face of morality
The voice of fraternity invades his mind
That calls him for action.
One can hope for a heavenly world
That shuts the door to violence
The voice of peace evokes his dreams
That restores the path of eternal bliss.
Copyright © Sanah Rahman K | Year Posted 2016
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