THE RULER

( WHAT MAKES AND HOW IS, A TRUE LEADER BORN,

WHAT MAKES HER A RULER,

AND WHERE AND HOW DOES, SHE OR HE RULE.

FROM THE NOTION OF CONQUEST AND REBELLION ,

THE REAL ESSENCE OF LEADERSHIP AND POWER IS ANALYSED )

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25/9/18 

Fading into oblivion was the last,

That bothered him

 

For,

Posterity for him is always a mirage 

 

Much like

A battle for winners leaving behind fond memories

 

Like

A road from imperfection has a terminus

 

And very much like

The tenets of prosperity encompassing the entire human race

 

For,

Ideologies that need existence,

Needs a downtrodden

Needs a marginalized

And

Needs a complex web of woes

 

From where

They could profess that eventual emancipation

From where 

They could prophesy that inevitable day

From where

Sprouts the winner

 

 

All of them,

But,

Born for the cleansing,

For cauterizing the deeply entrenched lacerations,

Had a doctrine

 

One …..

That was tensile

That had ventilation

That had space for dissent

 

They never named it

Never tagged it

For,

The smell was the same,

What they unsheathed from smelting,

Too, was the same

 

He,

Exhorted them to have fast

To know how it's,

Craving for a piece of cake

 

To endure thirst,

 for adoring the adam's ale

 

He,

Beseeched them to starve,

To enrich them with the elixir,

That made an empire ,,,

A puny little mob

 

For all of them,

It's about renouncing

 

To trigger a coup,

To embark on a mission noble,

They never chose artillery

They never left a trail of blood

 

For,

The evil subside

The virtue to triumph,

 

 all of them knew,

It's just gathering around the one,

Who has lost

 

It's just …

To be with them

 

There was always, a believer,

Who would dare heresy

Always been an atheist,

Taunted blasphemy

 

They would spur the spark in the desolated,

Maybe through martyrdom

 

Probing and telling,

They would h

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ave conveyed it,

That ……

Nothing needs to be a pillar … of truth

 

History has stories,

Of many of them

 

Eclipsing time,

They were all, never,

A story of valour

But 

Of preaching,

That had few listeners,

When,

They initially spoke

 

For,

They knew,

A despot can never malign but only curb,

A true belief

 

For,

All of them knew,

How far they may be,

The misguided herd of sheep,,

They would eventually be there,,

Very much there,,

Back,

At that lush green meadows

 

For,

No theology needed

A helmsman

 

No heathen wanted

A godfather

 

The outlet was, but closed,

For the wind to stop coming

 

The road was blocked,

 

The frame was thickened,

For,

Lens was flimsy,

 

Still but … there's a vision

 

It could reflect the one,

The one,

One ought to see

 

For,

The reality was a never a nemesis of virtue

 

For,

The salubrious metamorphosis ,

Was, is and will be,

The order of time

He could never climb up that ladder,

Along with that aspirants,

Despite,

It being so near

 

For,

He always found that ladder, too tricky

And had a deep sense of sympathy for it

 

For,

It was cramped,

Round the clock

 

Too many clinging on to too small a space

 

For,

The ones who tamed it,

In the past, 

Continues to tempt them,

To hold on to that thin handle

 

Very thin handle

 

For,

They were winners,

Celebrated for having a lot to lose

Hailed for being scared of mistake,

 

He now prefers not to rush to the injured lot

Fallen,

On the way atop

 

For,

His call to remove that ladder had few takers.

 

Still, 

After a few moments,

He would change his mind

And would be there to pick him

 

For, 

Being there,

Below,

And a view from the top is not tempting,

Is something that he always cherish

 

He would then hold the fall, 

Tightly

 

For,

They hold they liberate

They abhor they embrace

They admit and then they repent

 

For,

They listened

They were silenced

And then ……

They woke up their own closed senses

 

For,

He was never bounded by pamphlets,

But by actions

 

For,

He was never ruled by notions,

But by rectifications

 

For,

Failing to win was never a sin for him

 

For, 

He was never ashamed of being fallible

 

For, 

He was never confined to dreams but to battles

 

And all of them battled

Battled and battled 

For a win,

 

A win that left no losers

 Not a single loser …

     

( 1 he , : Allah 2 he , : mahatma 

 Gandhi )