Millions of people came,
Interact, love, fight,
And went away,
Became a part,
Of written or unwritten history,
On this piece of land,
On which you and me stand today.
We too will go away,
Living some marks on the land,
Or unnoticed as per our deeds.
Neither you nor me is a truth,
Just because none of us is permanent.
The sun, the moon, this earth,
Having a longer span of life,
Even are not permanent,
Hence not truth.
But the creator, the architect,
Of all these, all of us,
The almighty is there,
Before all these, all of us,
Came in to existence,
And will still be there,
After all these, all of us,
Would perish.
Hence,
He, name Him as you wish,
Is the only truth.
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