Whether I shall turn out to be
The hero of my own life,
That depends on the seed that I am sowing
With fervor for favor or fervor for selfish pleasures.
With humanity dangling at the end of greed
Is there time for me to conjure myself with pleasure?
One end across the earth I see the living skeletons
While on the opposite site I see extreme pomposity.
If I can stop from hitting the floor
The rolling tears from others’ eyes,
The growling stomachs a few
If I can fill that with some edibles,
If I can give my brethrens of this earth
A hug to console the broken heart,
If I can let my love ripples
To encase holistically the entire creation,
These ways of heaven
Shall bear witness
Whether I shall turn out to be
The hero of my own life…..
Or a zero.
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It is certainly a wonderful write.Nothing is impossible to a willing heart.
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I like that you make being a hero in your own life, about making other lives better.
ReplyDeleteNice journey with those thoughts - yes, yes...
ReplyDeleteMost of us are heroes unless we let others tell us otherwise.
ReplyDeleteSometimes we feel like a zero but it could be the impossibly high standards we set for ourselves.
Our attitude towards oneself is highly important.
Another great one!
I always love your writes .. really hard hitting and dipped in truth :)
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