Treasure Island

Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

(11-02=1947 / Belur Howrah West Bengal India)

Truth


Truth was there at the beginning of the beginning

Truth was there at beginning of the beginning of the beginning

What was true alone was there

And truth has persisted through the ages

Let change do whatever it can truth alone remains

Change has sprung from truth

For there was nothing else than truth

And change is its offspring

Or perhaps change is truth and truth was change

Change was at the beginning

Change was what is past

Change is what is now

Change is what will be in times to come

Change is Truth

Truth is Change

I welcome truth in every breath

Hail to thee Oh Death

Submitted: Thursday, March 19, 2009

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