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Saturday, September 4, 2010
My Conscience says, I am growing
Coming up to the silent patch while rowing
Silence is deep like ocean’s trench
Enchanting wisdom from ancient sage
The journey was rough but worth the peace I reached.
From the road of broken dreams
Entangled in troubled mind it seems
Darkness creeps in, and shadows grew
Its was a long battle I fought and only few knew.
I saw it all, bleed and tasted dust,
Dust of sorrows and tears of horror
Spell bounded by the vicious spell
Spell of confusion, frustration, self regret
The crown fell as my sword caught rust.
I found something scribbled on the rock…
Once a Sage told me:
Be Achilles: Don't fight for victory,
As victories are for kings, fight for glory,
Fight for Immortal zenith of fearlessness and pride...
For this u will be remembered in history,
Even when the kings are burnt, buried and forgotten."
From the cliff of mount doom
I thought my life, was rather doomed
I stood there, pleading to almighty for courage and Might
I saw the wisdom star, from grey clouds
The blade of my sword needs to be forged again
From the shards of lost thrown, the king shall rise again
My conscience knows, it took ages for me to stood tall
Tall at pinnacle of glory where there was no fall
I hardened and learned my lessons,
Looking back I smile at the road I took
Dark and gloomy, this was seldom looked.
Life wouldn’t have become sober, silent and deep,
Unless I was torn, buried and burnt and reformed from ashes.
Phoenix Reborn: Saket Dabi