Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare The soulβs dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair.
β Piyush Kacha.
A great poem to repost. I thought I’d read this before…Yes, on Piyush’s blog. lol. Chees!
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π Yes, I really loved the way he described courage and hence re-blogged it π
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And I thought, who is this guy I’m following π
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I won’t shout, IT’S ME, IT’S ME!! π
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Great piece
As always Sheldon
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Thanks Sheldon. Credits to Piyush for his words π
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Thank you! For re-blogging. Happy for you loved my writing! π
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This was really something worth it π
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