Absolute Truth, a Dream

An intelligent soul, A sharp observer, Had nature and man with and within him, To know what was revealed, and yet to be. To measure God’s merits Had his prayers all duly sent, Though tossed on tides of trauma Had faith fully set on his Lord. Neither Creator Nor Creation Were spared from views sharp, As his edgy soul kept beating ON. On Destiny, Chances, Science and Myths. Still had his senses set serene and solid Though the flame often got puffed. Above Aspirations varied, Illusions and Intuitions, Life struggled behind gloomy veils Dreaming the dawn of truth absolute.