He Who

He who has been shedding a tear,

Who always lives in constant fear,

Can never, ever be a real man,

To the world he is a half-dead, wan.

He who thinks that he knows all,

Among all others, he is the tall,

He mustn't forget, that he becomes the odd,

For who knows all, isn’t he, but the god.

He who thinks he has slain,

And the slain thinks he’s slain,

They know not well, the subtle ways,

That ‘he’ comes pass, and turn again.

He who thinks that he’s a fool,

Nowhere near the vast knowledge pool,

Doesn’t know that one more step,

Will be a great leap.

He who is always sad,

As because he was treated bad,

Must know that the light of joy,

Can’t be someone else’s toy

That he too, can be happy,

The reason is, to be just happy.

He who has lost his limb,

Is like a tyre, without a rim,

Now he can never be the same,

Boisterous,

He’s like a fly, apterous,

If he thinks he has lost his holding rope,

He must know, God always gives us

Another hope.

He who has lost his beloved,

Is beyond despair, too bereft,

Must know, life can’t end in the pool of

Tears,

For every year gone, there comes a new

Year.

He who has killed his men,

Has committed a crime, insane,

When he barked at the victim’s wail,

He’s sure to go in the depths of hell.

He who can’t run from fear,

And fight it like a spartan, with a

Spear,

His future is bleak & dark,

His fears will scare him & bark.

He who has never loved,

Hasn’ felt the bliss above,

His life is empty, a hollow,

Where there is just today, & no

Tomorrow.

He who thinks everyone as enemy,

Has a grimy, dreary destiny,

He’s a fateful servant of his mind,

That’s going to hate his own kind.

He who can continue the journey till the

Last,

The sky is his, immense & vast,

His life will be a legend,

He, everyone’s friend.