If these letters speak of truth
Now one write them for all should.
May it be of bold young hearts
Everyone has played two parts.
Morning working evening fun
Over pain and pleasure gone.
Royal seat to Saray's fields
Yoke of ignorance now yields!
Of sun and tools fatigue sets in.
For sun we wait to start again.
Visit us may strangers come,
Inland or of paths unknown...
Stories ancient whispers stone
Of secrets valeys, hills allone...
Keen on finding truth we are!
Only lies but answers far...
Vastness of our finds is felt,
Onwards dig and tighten belt!
Love of knowledge, life is fuel.
Unyielding soul like stubborn muel!
Never resting minds add deeds,
Troubles though advance the needs.
Even troubles, people's doubt,
Evil comments, deeds about
Reset can not what finds reveal
Shouting out, that it is real!
Written in a time, when I believed in dreams...
From a letter Trials of Thoughts..?. 12th August 2010