Old Truths
No time like present to blot out the past
Old truths abandoned, the old truths that last
Gross in complacencies of bought and sold
The heart is still beating, but the heart’s grown cold
Oh! That creation could bathe in delight
Until that sweet moment, I’m fettered in night
The peace that I long for is lifetime away
It screeches like bagpipes, like chaos at play
The curtains are closing; the night bird’s awake
How brief is perfection, how quickly we break
Yamin, raise your voice for the gentle and meek
Teach the world how to listen, then how to speak
Copyright © Mohammad Yamin | Year Posted 2007
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