“Heroes are made in the hour of defeat. Success is, therefore, well described as a series of glorious defeats.” – Mahatma Gandhi
Breath of coals consumes
the compliantly relented peace of many
Leaping from dreams and
defiling with hungered presence
“Come my enemy, give life to me by your hate”
the abandon of slanderous consumption
giving life to survivor’s dreams
unless colored with blackened attacks
crackling heckles of many jealous lovers
till hate eagerly prevents its hasty advance
the incensed revelation of a hero
– “Come my enemy, I know success by your presence”