Truth, it be told!

Learned was that race, the blessed

Consciousness teaching on a miniscule

Awaiting sunrise and sunset to prove!

Then they came, they saw and conquered

Kings of emptiness, thinking they be matured.

Far from it, further from the skies above

Digging deeper into their materialistic encode.

Truth, it will now emerge

Engrained in every sand of earth

Blossoms of hope round the corner

Wait for it, it will divinely devour!


A poem by Chriselda Barretto

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