Poetry on Pavan Yarahttps://pavanyara.com/tags/poetry/Recent content in Poetry on Pavan YaraHugo -- gohugo.ioen-USpavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara)pavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara)Pavan YaraWed, 08 Jan 2020 20:53:00 +0530Who was it that bound you?https://pavanyara.com/blog/who-is-that-bound-you/Wed, 08 Jan 2020 20:53:00 +0530pavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara)https://pavanyara.com/blog/who-is-that-bound-you/<p>“Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?”</p> <p>“It was my master,” said the prisoner. “I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power, and I amassed in my own treasure-house the money due to my king. When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bed that was for my lord, and on waking up I found I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house.”</p>“Prisoner, tell me, who was it that bound you?”

“It was my master,” said the prisoner. “I thought I could outdo everybody in the world in wealth and power, and I amassed in my own treasure-house the money due to my king. When sleep overcame me I lay upon the bed that was for my lord, and on waking up I found I was a prisoner in my own treasure-house.”

“Prisoner, tell me, who was it that wrought this unbreakable chain?”

“It was I,” said the prisoner, “who forged this chain very carefully. I thought my invincible power would hold the world captive leaving me in a freedom undisturbed. Thus night and day I worked at the chain with huge fires and cruel hard strokes. When at last the work was done and the links were complete and unbreakable, I found that it held me in its grip.”

~ Tagore, Gitanjali, verse 31

]]>Poetryhttps://pavanyara.com/blog/poetry/Sat, 07 Jan 2012 23:20:00 +0530pavan.yara@gmail.com (Pavan Yara)https://pavanyara.com/blog/poetry/<p>We don&rsquo;t read and write poetry because it&rsquo;s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, &ldquo;O me! O life!&hellip; of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless&hellip; of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?&rdquo; Answer:*** that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play ***<em><strong>goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?</strong></em></p>We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer:*** that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play ***goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?

~ Dead Poets Society

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