The Touch of Truth

Written by: Swairik Das

I met the beauty, an eye to an eye,
seems, like the sea with its spreaded arms claps to meet the shore.
I spoke the words, a truth from the heart,
seems,like the sky with its cotton fields waits for a shower on the earth.
 
I felt the thirst… for the first meet,
seems, like the cold winter night waits,
 ….to meet the warmth of the daylight.
I touched my soul….for the first prayer for my love,
seems, like the calmness from olive branches of the dove.
 
I heard the voice…the voice from her eyes,
seems, like the nature speaks herself of her beauty.
I saw the dream, an angel infront of my eyes,
seems, like the legends meets the history of a life.
 
I fell in love to the ocean of her eyes,
seems, like a mother sacrifice herself for her new born child.
I fell in love to the nature of her mind,
seems, like nation raise their heads’ for the anthem of their land.