Struggle Maketh A Man Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

It is when winters vie to be coldest,
When a summer's hot spell for long sustains,
And the winds when blow up at their boldest,
Come heaviest of spells of stormy rains.
It is when Nature seems its meanest known,
That sturdiest of timbers do get grown.
From ashes of strife may a Phoenix rise,
It is in pain that life lifts up from lay,
In struggle when the life lives, as it dies,
In struggle it gets born as is the way.
Remember, man, how ye journeyed from ape,
No'ne lifelong struggles can ever escape.
By stretching still limits of what he can,
Man makes him stand apart from also ran.
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Sonnets | 04.01.04 |