Who Will Dig The Grave?

Whom to tell I am right? Whom to tell you are wrong? I may be right but I may look wrong, As my meek voice couldn't speak right in louder voice. Can the truth ever be listened from a meek voice? Can the lies be turned to truth by a stronger voice? Today voice matters whether you are right or wrong. Louder the voice, louder echo it vibrates. Many truths are like written on sand. Many lies are engraved in stones. Many truths have remained sealed in dead lips. Many tears have dried in dead eyes. Many fingers remained pointed by dead ones, Surprisingly it caught the eyes of none.... Many blood have dried from wounded heart. Many souls today haunt in search of justice... But who will dig the grave and find out the truth? Who has the time to measure the depth of the ocean? Many stories with all whims and fancies painted on plain truth To make the stories more interesting and vibrating. All are in competing with one another to make it more hot and spicy. My dear why did you leave truth behind? You should have recorded when alive. Why did you wait for the last moment to spill out the truth? When you are trapped how can you bring it to limelight? Yes, I know the answer, its some last hope in you, made it do so..... All I can tell is, truth got washed away along with the dead ones forever. This will keep on going as long as hope exists, not because life exists! The last breathe took away the truth along with it, leaving the body buried deep inside the soil. Truth often gets buried inside the grave itself! © 2014 Geetha Jayakumar. All rights Reserved.