None has more fury than a determined man
Whose path obtuse mortals block with ritualistic obeisance
Of primitive dogmas and creed;
He feels a lump of filtered insouciance
Towards such vanity of formality,
For his is to deal with the real seed and need;
A thorough searching into the nerve of reality.
Nothing on the path of a strong-willed walker
Can ever thwart his focused course,
Though it may a million times make him stumble;
No tribulation can break the itinerary of a resolute mind,
Not a million fails shall its fantastic castles crumble;
Though the indomitable man may rest a while,
He’ll wake up to find his unwavering path.
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