Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Wake Up...
Awakening!
When the heart is low
And seems a leaden dough;
When the eyes are crossed
And vision is aimlessly tossed;
When the ears are deaf
And hearing a hundred stuff;
When the food is tasteless
And essesnce of life baseless;
When the shoulders are drooping
And the heart skips popping;
When the arms feel weary
And tick of life dreary;
When the legs seem to quiver
And send a curse to the liver;
When the ground seems like air
And all seems cruel and bare;
Awake o man! and rise to aim
Win the battle and rise to fame;
For victory is, when you take the blow
Then hardening yourself, give an equal show;
To sleep at peace in an honourable grave
As fortune is known to favour the brave.
When the heart is low
And seems a leaden dough;
When the eyes are crossed
And vision is aimlessly tossed;
When the ears are deaf
And hearing a hundred stuff;
When the food is tasteless
And essesnce of life baseless;
When the shoulders are drooping
And the heart skips popping;
When the arms feel weary
And tick of life dreary;
When the legs seem to quiver
And send a curse to the liver;
When the ground seems like air
And all seems cruel and bare;
Awake o man! and rise to aim
Win the battle and rise to fame;
For victory is, when you take the blow
Then hardening yourself, give an equal show;
To sleep at peace in an honourable grave
As fortune is known to favour the brave.
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3 comments:
Oh my!!! Must say, your poetry is profound and sensible....A great poet in making....:-)
Its a wake up call for me to check out this space more often...:-)))
~$ree
btw, really a great name "Prajna"...My full marks to Sree...;)) No wonder how these "Sree" species are so great u see...;))
~$ree
Thats true sreelalitha..there are lot to dig out from his diary..keep watching....thanks for visiting btw :)
Sree.
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