“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”
A leprous char to remain in
the abandon of slanderous consumption
the abandon of slanderous consumption
The takers of hope are meant to be,
giving life to survivor’s dreams
giving life to survivor’s dreams
– “Come my enemy, give life to me by your violence”
Cherished visions have no meaning
unless colored with blackened attacks
unless colored with blackened attacks
Their worth determined by the
crackling heckles of many jealous lovers
crackling heckles of many jealous lovers
– “Come my enemy, give life to me by your acridity”
Victory will never give birth
till hate eagerly prevents its hasty advance
till hate eagerly prevents its hasty advance
Only pain and adversity will show
the incensed revelation of a hero
the incensed revelation of a hero
– “Come my enemy, I know success by your presence”
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