Drowning is not so pitiful
As the attempt to rise.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company,—
For he is grasped of God.
The Maker's cordial visage,
However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
Like an adversity.
Every person in life tries to rise, wants to be successful but many of them fail to achieve this. Otherwise many people try hard to gain success and lastly gain, it is very difficult nodoubt to be a gainer where in this world lot are beyond reach. if we look through past and even future must see lot of people then while trying to rise failed. success is not so easy as much as to be failed. the poem came out from intense insight. thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.......an incredible theme which gives us much to contemplate ★