Usually i'm not a very big fan of poetry and prose ranks far above on my to-read list. I mean, i never get why anyone would want to express oneself in such a way that nobody is able to decipher what they are trying to tell us. I am more of a straight forward type of person, as in not straigh forward in when i am talking, but straight forward in when i am listening or reading. I would much rather that a person tells me in black and white what they want than going round and round a subject.
This is the problem with poetry for me. In plain words, most of the time i don't understand it. And rarely do i come across any such pieces of poetry which makes me want to stop and read it, i mean actually and thoroughly read it. But one such poem which made me stop in my tracks and change my mind is IF by Rudyard Kipling.
I am huge fan of this poem and somehow reading it always makes me want to be a better person. It is a poem which rudyard kipling had written to his son and was published later as one of his works. After reading this i have always wanted to read more of rudyard kipling's work but somehow haven't gotten round to doing it. So for now i have to be contented by reading if once again.
So, here goes....
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!
- rudyard kipling
I hope you enjoyed reading one of my favourite poems as much as i do.
lots of love,
$alOni.
AN UNUSUAL SHOW OF COURAGE !!!
15 years ago
