Truth And Mighty

Joyful rainy night, rhythmic outside of the solo mind, Drunkard glass on the table of grey-eyed stars and I'm looking for the rising poetry to row moonlight The moon on the dark candle fire, a moth flying to the Death of splendid sadness, colorful the timely life Invites the expiration date of the cycling breath line Line by line, slowly I realize that the empty stomach Human lives inone problem but in full of this machine Thousands of problems alert dogmas in earthly rhyme Rhymes produce some truths within mighty-power Is the power truth or truth the power? - who knows But, all-mighty always becomes truth on this earth So, what the truth is- no need to know its inside fact Be mighty by hook or by crook to sell "I'm Truth" tact 31.08.2020 Chattogram