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Bravery in life is steadfast being,
Ever facing for truth prevailing,
Not due to any fear so staying,
Or not running but yet fearing.
Youth may see the dreams failing,
Fresh and innocent - anger flowing,
Appropriate be grief then existing,
Mandatory there after be the healing.
Strength lies not in similarity but diversity,
Strong lives motivated by dynamic morality,
Success not measured by position held finally,
But by obstacles overcome in life in reality.
Life is like a clock endlessly ever ticking.
Whether getting somewhere or standing,
It like a grindstone ever so churning,
Grinding or polishing - on us depending.
Life but like a cycle that you be riding,
You will fall if you ever stop peddling,
Life not of good cards you be holding,
But those held and how you be playing.
Success - singleness of purpose striving,
It is not length of life, but depth of living,
By what we get it makes our existing,
We make a life by what we be giving.
Live as though to die tomorrow being,
Learn as though to live forever seeing,
None to live backwards be getting,
Look ahead as its your future bearing.
To think life begins as troubles be ending,
Obstacle removed or success first making,
Time to serve or some debt reimbursing,
But the whole life be but in this very clearing.
The tragedy of life be not its early stopping,
But in our prolonged wait for its beginning,
The tragedy of life but be in hope waiting,
Not striving to overcome or in present living.
The tragedy of life be in past dwelling,
Or in the dreams of future be sleeping,
Not in present moment concentrating,
Being on the tightrope of life is living.
Desire be needed for life in motion being,
Learn from yesterday and today living,
And for tomorrow eagerly ever hoping,
And in faith the mind undeniably resting.
On life's journey faith be nourishing,
Virtuous deeds are the sheltering,
The light by day - be wisdom glowing,
Safety by night - right wariness flowing.
A candle without fire cannot be burning,
Man without a spiritual life cannot be living,
Yet sitting quietly and nothing even if doing,
The spring will come and grass will be growing.
© Munindra Misra
Munnan Misra
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Thursday, February 05, 2009 |
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Saturday, December 17, 2011 |
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