The birth of victory is a personal responsibility. Sometimes luck evades you, but what matters most is your next step. You should strive until you get what you deserve. Bruises, dirt, and blood are inevitable, but the crown rests on the head of the one who strives honestly and consistently.
For supremacy of words, my wish was strong
My solo strength was weak, had to hunt brilliancy for a hold
The fountain was within, yet too distant for a rapid sight and grasp
The strife took all summer
Across the horizon, I familiarized
In majestic libraries, I frequented
In deserted hilltops and riverbanks, I dwelled
But had I traveled to the soul?
The push and pull caused a scare
I spent time doing a stare
It was a grand nightmare
Folks labeled me doctrinaire
I trembled because of age, the wounds of past strife
And the memories of memories made in the dense pine trees
Today, the knife of dreams rests on my palm,
Sharp, strong and stain free and I am ready to make the first incision.
Human life is the most civilized of all lives. It is confined to dutifulness, responsibility, judgement, etiquette and manner..
I often ponder over the idea that death has been marked as something that is not good or dark or evil. But is this actually the case? What if it is the final relief? What if it is the ultimate liberation?.
My poem is about a boy falling in love with her best friend, and he expresses his emotions through poem.... .
That is why I believe in the phrase- "With great power comes great responsibility." Leadership is not easy as what others think. It is not about the title or position and it is not about being one who will be served but one chosen to serve. Thank you for sharing this great poem. You are a great poet.reply 1