The eagle soars above the clouds,
while the sparrow lives in a nest.
Misfortune may veil like grey shrouds,
but in turn we should do our best.
It matters not the size nor the looks,
not how the thunder roared upon us.
We do not keep such petty things in books,
and stride forward without ado and fuss!
We do not bother how unfolds the fury,
or how with wrath we maybe hit.
We would look in the eye of The Jury,
Yes, we would stand up but never retreat!
Prasenjit©1997-2018
I started to write from a young age. The plight of the poor in this society pained me a lot. These reflect to a great extent in what I write. Many of my writings are lost forever. From class XI I started to maintain a diary of sorts. These writings never qualified for publishing. I have once again started to write and thus new thoughts and opinions finds its place here.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
Monday, September 10, 2018
THE TAUNTING TRUTH
The tender sapling of today,
will be in years a strong tree.
The baby asleep now in midday,
will be mighty, young and free.
The wind that today shakes its growth,
and making it shake and droop awhile.
The forlorn crying baby is troth,
to be strong, valiant with a generous smile.
Yes, I know it will take time to grow,
and learn to fight the hurdles that it can.
Fate and Destiny stands in a row,
to embrace the child who is now a man.
The howling wind will always prowl,
trying to demean the right and meek.
In life, critics pinch and growl
and try to stop the Man we seek.
Clouds may often shun the light,
letting you down feeling betrayed.
Truth like the rainbow glows bright,
in the cradle of the Sun, unafraid!
Prasenjit©1997-2018
will be in years a strong tree.
The baby asleep now in midday,
will be mighty, young and free.
The wind that today shakes its growth,
and making it shake and droop awhile.
The forlorn crying baby is troth,
to be strong, valiant with a generous smile.
Yes, I know it will take time to grow,
and learn to fight the hurdles that it can.
Fate and Destiny stands in a row,
to embrace the child who is now a man.
The howling wind will always prowl,
trying to demean the right and meek.
In life, critics pinch and growl
and try to stop the Man we seek.
Clouds may often shun the light,
letting you down feeling betrayed.
Truth like the rainbow glows bright,
in the cradle of the Sun, unafraid!
Prasenjit©1997-2018
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