THE ULTIMATE TRUTH
In midst of crowd of
Some royal paths
Some golden lanes,
Few roads of luxurious opulence
Many avenues of extravagance,
Numerous gleaming ‘Elevated Highways’
of the unprecedented development…
There remains a solitary
narrow dusty track
As a sentinel of the
aspirations of soil
Keeping the ceaseless vigil…
Keeping alive the potential of
grass to grow, again and again
I’ve always listened to my heart
Each time, at every crossroad
I chose the dusty trail…
O’ laughers of my lonely journey!
O’ choosers of the luxurious paths!
One day, you’ll have to return to me
Like bird flying high returning back
to the mother earth,
to perch in its nest…
No matter, how high you fly,
No matter, how much you progress
No matter, how so much ever
you indulge in limitless luxuries,
Decomposition of your perishable
physical body in the soil is inevitable,
And, the grass abode
being your final shelter
Is the ultimate truth!
Prepared Angela Kosta writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator, journalist
