I've question'd myself many times if soul
Is looking to me with any desire
And tried to understand its veil'd hyperbole
Which stirs up me against my being off-flair.
It's so complaining of being sedentary,
If to the nothingness of wilds withdrawn,
But rides composed so long as wings of glory
Are soaring high unpaused, untired, ungiven.
Rapt if they all listen'd to the cry
Their ambitious soul would passionately make,
Is looking to me with any desire
And tried to understand its veil'd hyperbole
Which stirs up me against my being off-flair.
It's so complaining of being sedentary,
If to the nothingness of wilds withdrawn,
But rides composed so long as wings of glory
Are soaring high unpaused, untired, ungiven.
Rapt if they all listen'd to the cry
Their ambitious soul would passionately make,
So voyaged victorious to limitless sky
Their passion-laden will would stars in rake...
The insurgent soul does fire the urge for fame;
A great soul always goes with a great name.
Their passion-laden will would stars in rake...
The insurgent soul does fire the urge for fame;
A great soul always goes with a great name.
©️ N P Samal
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