Who’s wrong?

The truth’s ever bright like the sun.

But at times, the ignorant clouds lessen its shine

In the eyes of Adam’s poor son

Now on earth, for rumours, it’s a chance so fine!

The triumphs for rumours begin.

None dares to look for the truth but a few.

Now how on earth will the truth win?

For its light has not reached me or you.

Who’s wrong? Never the truth that’s ever bright.

Is it the clouds? Oh no, they’re helpless.

Then the man? No, he can’t see beyond his eye sight.

Then who’s wrong...? I’m speechless!

Fine, let’s find the answer in patience

And wait until the clouds move apart!