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Poetry : The Will To Win by Berton Braley

If you want a thing bad enough
To go out and fight for it,
Work day and night for it,
Give up your time and your peace and
your sleep for it

If only desire of it
Makes you quite mad enough
Never to tire of it,
Makes you hold all other things tawdry
and cheap for it

If life seems all empty and useless without it
And all that you scheme and you dream is about it,

If gladly you’ll sweat for it,
Fret for it, Plan for it,
Lose all your terror of God or man for it,

If you’ll simply go after that thing that you want.
With all your capacity,
Strength and sagacity,
Faith, hope and confidence, stern pertinacity,

If neither cold poverty, famished and gaunt,
Nor sickness nor pain
Of body or brain
Can turn you away from the thing that you want,

If dogged and grim you besiege and beset it,
You’ll get it!

BERTON BRALEY


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Poetry : Her Inner Light by diliniwijesinghe

She hides herself from this cruel world,
The cold wind of rejections
The deceitful drops of rain
Just as every day; make her feel useless;

All she seeks for a glimpse of sunshine,
Just to bloom from this misery
Oh! Suddenly saw a golden ray of sunshine,
Through those gloomy clouds, all so glittery

She thought to herself for a while,
Looking at the clouds; the golden rays within
Though she hasn’t realized before,
The light has always been within

Even on a darkest day,
Just as a sunflower finds sunlight,
She lifted her darkened soul up,
Turning her soul to the inner light!!

diliniwijesinghe


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Poetry : Start where you stand by Berton Braley

Start where you stand and never mind the past,
The past won’t help you in beginning new,
If you have left it all behind at last
Why, that’s enough, you’re done with it, you’re through;
This is another chapter in the book,
This is another race that you have planned,
Don’t give the vanished days a backward look,
Start where you stand.

The world won’t care about your old defeats
If you can start anew and win success;
The future is your time, and time is fleet
And there is much of work and strain and stress;
Forget the buried woes and dead despairs,
Here is a brand-new trial right at hand,
The future is for him who does and dares,
Start where you stand.

Old failures will not halt, old triumphs aid,
To-day’s the thing, to-morrow soon will be;
Get in the fight and face it unafraid,
And leave the past to ancient history,
What has been, has been; yesterday is dead
And by it you are neither blessed nor banned;
Take courage, man, be brave and drive ahead,
Start where you stand.

BERTON BRALEY


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Poetry : Don’t Quit by John Greenleaf Whittier

When things go wrong as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest if you must, but don’t you quit.

Life is strange with its twists and turns
As every one of us sometimes learns
And many a failure comes about
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell just how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst that you must not quit

JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER


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Poetry : Road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

ROBERT FROST


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Love Stories : 5. The story of 19 years of Unconditional Love by a Woman

She was a woman in lower middle class, uneducated and married at a very young age. She was a mother of 5. She had faced lot of struggles in life, but one of them is something that out stands all of them.

She was a symbol of compassion, care and kindness. Her husband lost his left limbs in paralysis. He was dysfunctional. He could merely speak. She served him for 19 years incessantly in the same way. She used to work from morning till night in his care. She would make him tea early in the morning with some biscuits and repeat making tea for another 3-4 times, whenever he demanded. She used to then cook food for him and take a nap in the noon. She used to clean his shit everytime he used the loo. She used to bathe him every morning. She would help him walk around the tricky corners of the house and assist him to sit on his asana all day where he would be visited by lot of ongoers in the neighborhood. He was man spoken of being very strong in his youth and hence lot of followers.

She devoted her life to him. She did this irrelevant of her feeling unwell. She never travelled to far land lest he would be alone. She never went away for her relaxation. For 19 years every single day, she was with him. She took care of him.

She never complained much about her condition, however she felt tired of the work and might weep in hours of dismay in discussions with daughters in her neighborhood. But she never ever left him. When time called, he had to leave her alone. He went on his path to heaven. World spoke of the freedom, she got after his death and how peacefully she can live there on. Little did they know what would follow.

After his death, she lost her health. She became weak and soon she was diagnosed of cancer. She followed him to heaven within a year.

Was it his love for her that kept her alive ?
Was her love for him that kept her alive ?
Was it her worry about him, what would happen of him after her, that kept her alive ?Was her pain in love stronger than the pain in her body, that oversaw what was happening to her and kept her sustain it ?
Was it mere coincidence ?

Did he call her to after-life !

What was that made her love him unconditionally for so long ?

Was she devoted to him and was it her devotion to see her husband as a God ?

She was a woman with some virtues in my eyes.

What is she to you ?


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