Passed silently
One more year of mere thoughts
Now it's time to prove ourselves
Now it's time to prove ourselves.
There was a lot-
A lot buried in the ruins of Past,
Yet still there's a lot
Hidden in the Future's Lot
Hidden in the Future's Lot.
Stumbled a lot,
Pined a lot,
Yet, learnt a lot
Yet, found a lot.
Something drawn in life's sketch,
Something sketched in Fate's portrait
Yet there's a lot
Still chained,
Still chained in Time's shackle.
These ruins and these mountains,
These lakes and these valleys,
These deep rivers and all these barriers
Shan't prevent our path more while.
Now the day will break
Now the day will break
The earth will give way
All the doors will break.
The sky itself will be glorious lit
The light shall spread
Till the edge of horizon shall alit-
All brightened,
Quite brightened
And all our frozen bones will rid
All our frozen bones will rid.
The body itself will be filled with zeal
Heart hardened and will steel.
On this changing phase of throne
Let our dreams be coronated
And be blessed with reality's Crown
Our dreams be blessed with reality's Crown.
Too far I wandered,
Too far I sighted,
Riding on my Faith chariot,
Riding on my Faith chariot-
Just beyond these darkened ruins
A glorious castle temple like
Visible lofty, greatly and grandly
Calling with a flag of Victory
Calling with a flag of Victory.
Though the narrow, rough pavement
All pebbled, all uneven
Yet beyond it vital wind
Just inhaling castle's canopy
Blowing there vital wind
Blowing there vital wind.
Now it's time to learn from wounds
And move ahead and move untamed:
Now it's time to change ourselves,
Now it's time to prove ourselves.
I see the pride and repetition adding emphasis....to the burning desire to progress....... stagnating in the secret recesses of the poetic heart.....
We should all strive to do something worthwhile, not just in this new year, but every new year. Fascinating write.
V nice write....yes theres still a lot left to do n dat time wil prove....gud1
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beyond the ruins, a glorious castle awaits! This hope keeps us going ! Learning from our mistakes and adding to our stock of experience, let us get ready for a new morn! The repetition of lines adds to the musical effect of the poem! !