THE CHALLENGE Destiny - please do not love me For your love makes me weak, Indulge me not, if you find me: Tired, worn, helpless and sick. Torture me, to the maximum extent, Declare me, the most useless of the land. So that I can test, my own endurance And still stick to my rebel stand. I am the son of a farming clan, Who tilled the land with the plough Who paid their tributes to mother earth, With the sweat of their brow. They taught me to take the rebel stand Proud, haughty and mentally strong, They never surrendered to the mighty If their hearts tell – the mighty are wrong. Punish me – come on, again and again Banish me to the most remote place, I shall go with pride and dignity And still live my life filled with grace. Use your brute strength on me And try to break my spirit free So that my roots become strong Like a storm ravaged craggy tree. One day my journey shall end, I shall stare at the stormy sky and roar My father, I did not break any vow I remain a bloody proud survivor.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 11:50:09 +0000