A poetic prose by Narayan Kar
A truth is as warm as a mother’s womb; Yet may remain cold as an ancient tomb. It can drop as fresh a morning dew; Or can rest as stench as stale brew. A truth floats boundless in the eternal universe; Or may sink meaningless as an incomplete verse. It can stand as gallant a mighty soldier; Or may sleep as silent a tiny toddler. A truth giggle high and cheerful as an old friend; Or may cry inferior and desolate as a ruined migrant. It’s tranquil and divine as one spiritual song; Or may shriek as terrible as the mountain’s gong. It’s wise as forgiveness and silly as rudeness. It’s real as existence and pure as flame. The traces of truth can rest in air, water, on dunes or the fields; Where ever it crawls, unbound as clouds, and never can be concealed. And so a truth, till eternity, remains a truth.
Step into the creative world of Narayan Kar, a storyteller, and poet whose words dance across the page, painting vivid pictures that’ll stir your emotions.
