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Life
by Sarojini Naidu
by Sarojini Naidu
Sarojini Naidu (1879 - 1949)
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems
Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams,
Or carnival of careless joys that leap
About your hearts like billows on the deep
In flames of amber and of amethyst.
Children, ye have not lived, ye but exist
Till some resistless hour shall rise and move
Your hearts to wake and hunger after love,
And thirst with passionate longing for the things
That burn your brows with blood-red sufferings.
Till ye have battled with great grief and fears,
And borne the conflict of dream-shattering years,
Wounded with fierce desire and worn with strife,
Children, ye have not lived: for this is life.
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As a youth eager to grow up,
Yearning to climb in height to adult,
Never responsible pondering,
The primal hunger to learn through living.
A sapling Untainted, innocent and naïve, a gift,
A trait shattered when tragedy mutilates.
Rediscovered it can heal,
Testing pain, sole compounding emotional strength.
Grief, loss and fear faced, conquered,
The adult existence sanctified by pure joy,
Happiness viewed with stereophonic eye glasses,
A heightened moment, unbreakable.
The carrot juice of life elixir stirred,
When challenged is when truth’s tyranny rages.
Only on the other side is authentic life,
Life that has swan in desperation ,
ego flattened, what you choose, definite actions.
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