Born to an un-tried Life
With Truth-less flakes of Love
adorned in flesh - Perishing
a shape confirmed as I.
Blooming to the disguised Being
With a nascent touch aglow
Me to a power confirmed
Nature's fastened freshness for sure.
Un-Truth disowned me
- an unworthy son to a worthless father
I yelled and cried on my way
to Truth's Orphanage
Here choices are few
and food enough - only to quench the flaming pangs
But am told the soul survives
It carries its thirst to a Pathless Land.
~ A
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