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– Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
Not one of all the Purple Host
Who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory
As he defeated – dying –
On whose forbidden ear
The distant strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!
I have sought refuge in you every moment
When the perception of life and living thrives in me
I have put in you my “self” every instant
Till the feeling of consciousness resides in me
I have defended you every second
When marauders of the world tried to ravage you
I have lifted you to the highest pedestal every minute
Whenever a clash between hope and doubt ensued
I pieced together every bit of you into a formidable force
Whenever they crushed you down to a pile of pieces
I kept you above every other doubt that sprung up
When they spread slanders about you
(to be continued)
It’s better to strive to seek the Absolute
Than to fancy the gifts of afterlife
It’s better to meditate on the virtues of rationality
Than being devoured by the monsters of irrationality
It’s better to live in the dreams of tomorrow
Than be surrounded by them who won’t let us dream
It’s better to bask in the fantasy of tomorrow
Than living in the reality of today
It’s better to realize after all we are fallible
Than setting about proving the otherwise
It’s better to create a revolution within
Than seeking to transform the without
Never seek those pearls
They always remained unclaimed
Many trod upon them but
None cared to take cognizance of
Those pearls; the gems of love
Of truth, of nobleness.
So queer it’s; qualities don’t qualify
To be regarded, to be adopted.
And those pearls beholding the Divine
Never behold those pearls
B’coz they would make humans humane;
The brightness emanating would
Eradicate all their abnormalities
Their perverted world, where
Sins are cultivated in gardens, where
Destruction is pleasurable but
Bonding, a forbidden act.
Where in the world of hypocrisy, genuineness wins.
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