Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

Only Through Eyes of Truth


Nothing could be seen
Even the signs of being alive had disappeared
The planet turned dull and all creatures slowly started to die a slow death.
As it is expressed that God loves all
So the almighty did not allow this heavenly earth to simply be destroyed.
He had a plan of turning things pure
By sending a peacock who would just spread peace and love
The sight was so beautiful when this angel was spreading the message of timeless love
By caring for others, in a manner so angelic
Nothing could be seen but felt, only through eyes of truth.

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014

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Love which is pure, has to be based on truth.

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