Treasure Island

Pratheek Praveen Kumar


TRUTH IS WEALTH


Truth is power, truth is true wealth,
Truth is unequalled ultimate strength,
Truth makes soul its own king
And makes the angels in heaven sing,
Truth is joy, truth is sunshine,
Truth is heart's pristine sheen.

Truth is true friend if we side with it,
And the deadliest foe while stand against it,
Truth strikes terror in law-breakers' heart
And shakes those hearts that go short of it,
For truth is all, truth is tall,
No noble soul ever refrains from its call.

Truth is might, truth is true light,
Truth is the path always is right.

Submitted: Thursday, April 05, 2012
Edited: Thursday, November 07, 2013

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