If you can neither be coalesced nor coerced,
If you can neither be blessed nor cursed.
If you fear not slander nor shame,
If you do not fortune blame.
If your roar can't be bound by any shackle,
If no water can douse your crackle.
If you are fearless to demagogues' curse,
If you flourish in oration and verse.
If you face acrimonies with ire,
If your path courts no desire.
If you at once lose all your respect,
And even then your spine stands erect.
If you become at once a pauper in your life,
But refute the conquest of your strife.
If you receive failure's stinging pain,
And even then trudge the same path again.
If you do not fear heaven nor hell,
If to you no bribe rings a bell.
Only then shall you become an ember of the common man's lore,
And your life's liner land ashore.
YOU ARE READING
To Nature
PoetryIf Nature were a Woman and spring her youth, She'd cry for a Flower and die of sloth.
