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I AM RESOLVED

I've read Gandhis, Kings, and Socrateses,
Lincolns, and other greats; and heard 
Their biggest triumphs under the sun,
And their lasting legends all my years on.

I've learnt how their resplendent emergence
Got us a benevolent Universe -- heavens 
Of fairer suns, of nicer moons,
Of brighter stars, of more elegant skies,
And a hospitable and pleasant Earth
With blooms of love, and winds of peace,
With spreads of truth, and warmth of bliss,
With soils of growth, and minds of dreams,
With sense of work, and voice of hymns...

I, too, have learnt how Might of Virtues
Decimated the brutes and demons,
And how the most ferocious foes
Yielded to the Samaritans...

And so, a human, committed am I,
In my resolve to emulate the greats --
Their values, fortitude, sagacity,
And epic feats for human immortality!

Yet, when I'm reminded of the ultimate,
I see me I'm all but an ephemeral secret --
So infinitesimally form'd, open'd:
An insignificance within
So gigantic a cosmos and beyond!!

Yet resolved am I to that yon
To carry their much treasured legacy
And timeless saga of humanity on 
My leaps from universe to universe!!!

                               -- N P Samal

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