From Glory To Grave
In our Graduation days, we learnt the following poem:
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Then boast no more your mighty deeds,
Upon Death’s purple altar now
See where the victor-victim bleeds
Your heads must come
To the cold tomb;
Only the actions of the just
Smell sweet, & blossom in their dust.
Human ambitions are beyond limits. Everyone desires to be the Best forgetting the fact that all the achievements are nothing but material pursuits & one day everyone has to depart from this world leaving behind everything. Coincidently the thing which we take with us & which remains here, after our death is the same i.e. OUR GOOD DEEDS. Our magnanimity, our kindness towards poor & needy, our loyalty & love make us a good human being. Striving to be a good human being should be the pivotal aim of our life. Committing misdeeds, ditching innocent people, playing with emotions mars the spirit of being human. In Hindu mythology, it is believed that that human form is achieved after taking 84 lac births. It means, the form of the most able species on land, is achieved after so much of toil. I know, now a days people don’t believe too much in mythological stories but even if we remove the myths, we must contemplate on the fact why God has given us a human form, there must be some reason because EVERY WHY HAS A WHEREFORE. I feel a human form is an indication of the mission which we have to accomplish & the only mission of a human should be spreading love & humanity & so one should devote his/her time & efforts for the same. If one will engage in bragging about achievements, one will fail to reach the ultimate glory. One should live every moment in such a way that it’s the last moment to live life. Try to make everyone happy around you so that your good deeds become pleasant memories when you are not present in the world. Your bad deeds can be source of sorrow for others. The poem quoted above expressed the fact that the just & good actions never wither & they always smell sweet, & blossom after one’s death.
So, if you want flowers on your grave bloom forever, start having an upright life which focuses on Good Deeds. Work in such a way that people should remember you after your death & take you as an Epitome of Excellence.
Love,
Manjari
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Wow Manjari.This one's terrific. Very lucid.Every sentence is inspiring.Structurally amazing.
Tu teacher hi banna manjari ...u shud write for those self help columns...lekin plz don't say we learnt this poem ...we were appreciating this poem ...learnt sounds like we were thrusting it down our throats
hey manjari,keep going yaar... inspiring words...inspiring thoughts...
nazi
Hi Manjari:)
Greetings:)
They say great minds think alike. What a wonderful coincidence that both of us thought about the same p0em.Obviously both of us were very much impressed with the deep meaning embedded in this fantastic poem. I read this in school. Did you study this in school also?
Your comment based on this poem is thought provoking and is very educative and instructive. I wish more people read your post.
In this connection I reproduce one of my old posts on which no one commented.
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I went to the nearby roadside restaurant at 5.30 in the morning to have a cup of tea. I ordered for a light tea without sugar and sat at the table. A drunkard was chatting loudly with another man.
MAN----" Why don't you make some money?"
DRUNKARD----" If I had made money, I would have become a crorepathy by now. Have you heard of Napoleon?"
MAN-----"Yes, very good whisky."
DRUNKARD-----"No, you fool. He was the conqueror of the world. What is the use? When he died both his hands were open and he could not take anything. What we need is a little love and not money."
At that moment a stray dog appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.The drunkard called out to the dog,"Puttu, my Puttu don't come inside. I call him Puttu. He can't do without me."
The drunkard went out and started playing with the dog. The dog started to lick him and jump all over him. The drunkard was also jumping with the dog and laughing.
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Joseph
Thanks for sharing that wonderful poem with us, Manjari.
You've touched upon something I really believe in - that the only certainty in life is that nothing is certain.
You might leave the world any day, and there's nothing you'll take with you. So why not live your life according to that?
Dear Manjari,
I am surprised that such a wonderful and well written post has got very few responses. I must tell you that, for someone so young as you are, you have a deep wisdom...
Keep writing such inspiring stuff. Leave the mundane stuff to lesser mortals :-)
cheers
Vish