EPEOLATRY

Poetry

'The Wild Truth'

by Yash Sinojia

I had a mission from the almighty himself,

To preach the truth to the masses at any cost,

I heard the orders directly from gushing winds,

And felt the intensity from the stormy rains;

It was prophesized that a messiah will rise,

And teach the world from rages in disguise.

My feelings were indiscernible against my wildness,

For I stood at the edge and howled the truth:

A mirror to reflect their hypocritical self-image.

The brutal truth that made their ears ringing,

That turned them insecure with fear and loathing,

Of their own inner true self, the devilry they nurture;

Every day it grows like a cactus, to pierce its thorns.

The dream sucked up deep down the mire,

That there’s darkness, no way-farer to hire.

Still, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel;

Will a quintessential train turn out a bummer?

Somewhere out into the wild, there’s a ray of hope,

An illumination upon a hill: a spotlight of the sun,

Upon an ancestral tree of life with musky roots,

That dug deep to core: beyond the soldered crust;

An ever-giving tree for any needy soul seeking,

Bear those fruits of nectar and stay ripe forever!