All of a sudden, my childhood amnesia seems to have lifted. I remember taking part in a Hindi poem recitation competition in class 5 or 6. Today, after 8-9 years, I could recollect all the lines of the poem. 'Gulab' was the title of the poem. I don't remember who the poet was though. The last stanza talks to me like no other:
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wah dekho kaante hai isme;
eb nahi duniya mein kisme.
tum ebon par dhyaan na de;
vidya seekh sabhi se le.
[forgive the errors :D]
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talking of roses,
I read somewhere that a little bit of fragrance always clings to the hands that gives roses.
talking of giving,
in life...there are things that are best left alone. It's not wise to change the course of a stream. Let if flow where it wants. Some things are meant to be the way they are. The force of nature cannot be controlled. Let go. I have embarked on the journey of letting go, have you? :) For there's no point in clinging on to memories, dreams, and even people.
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To Nature
by Samuel Coleridge
It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
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