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If you think…..

If you think you are beaten, you are

If you think you dare not, you don’t

If you like to win, but think you can’t

It’s almost a clinch, you won’t

 

If you think you will lose, you are lost,

For out in the world, we find

Success begins with a fellow’s will

It’s all in the state of mind.

 

If you think you are outclassed, you are

You have got to think high to rise

You have got to be sure of yourself before

You can ever win a prize.

 

Life’s battles do not always go

To the stronger and faster men

But sooner or later, man who wins

Is the man who thinks he can.

PS: Flashback to the days when we were still in school. This particular piece formed the last page of my student’s diary in one of the later years at Kendriya Vidyalaya, Pattom when Cicy madam was our principal. I don’t know how or why I had salvaged this one page out of all other gazillion bits that would have been there. I sure am glad I did what I did then. I’d be more than happy if reading this through has pushed you forward like it has done for me. A bit of motivation is always necessary to lead you on, no matter what.

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Fb: Word Porn, 29.12.16.

Fb : We Are Humanity, 27.12.16. 

The Farmer| by Athul Krishnan

This poem was penned down by schoolmate sometime back. When I happened to read it I had him send it over to me. I had almost as well forgotten about it when I recently happened to chance upon this gem of a piece in my inbox. I only knew this had to be before others like me. So, here it goes…

My hands burn, yet I clutch

the steel rods are burning it, yet I clutch

for my children’s stomach is crying, so I clutch.

Glow of molten,makes my eyes blind, reminds me the glow of my paddies

I let tire my eyes, for my children’s stomach is crying.

The once known pleasure of mud, now turn coal’s ash in my legs

the pain the ground gives, differ when a bug bite me on my mud

I let pain my legs, for my children’s stomach is crying.

The bones are crushed,teared the muscles

time has to now to pass, why is it very slow to pass

I let my mind’s patience wait, for my children’s stomach is crying.

Lord gave the silvers when stars shone, the glow rather soothing than the steel

eyes had tears flowing, for my children’s stomach will smile.

Engine drove through the track , to my beautiful village it goes

to my wife and children it goes, the body not tired anymore

as it will put out the stomach’s cry.

Stepped to my mud again, the early green has now turned

pale darkness, pale sorrow, tears on my wife’s cheeks, went in to see my thatch.

Turned for my kids,no one around, then turned to my wife

pointing she was to a grave, a grave so beautiful.

I went near the beautiful heap of mud, a drop of tear on the mud of bones

the stomach always crying

drank the tear, to put off the fire in it.

 ~ AK

PS : Forgive the blogger, if the line breaks haven’t been appropriate. I hardly have any poetic sense!

Forest Fires: A burning issue — Eco-Intelligent

Forests have been a natural resource that humans have depended on for millions of years. Today, forests are also one of the most “endangered” natural resource. We are cutting down about 13 million hectares of forest per year all over the world. Asia has the lowest forest cover in the world; less than 20% of […]

via Forest Fires: A burning issue — Eco-Intelligent  & Forest Fires And Climate Change: Is There A Link?

#7 – I am stupefied! 

I am wondering, why I didn’t get to see this before. How insensitive and irresponsible could we become? So powerful, it is what has turned me around today.

Source: Thinking Humanity

 

#2 – In Memoriam – Jyothi A Nair

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My first blog entry, in Chatterboxerr 🙂

Chatterboxerr

Hello everybody. This touching real life story is by chatterboxerr’s second Atithi (guest writer), Mr.Abhishek. He’s a fellow enthusiastic reader and his vocation and passion is forestry. In school he used to drive me mad by always getting the first rank. Over to Treeman’s story then. Enjoy and connect.

In Memoriam, In Loving Memory of, etc. are all words we’re quite used to reading, watching and hearing. They come to our aid more often than not when we wish to articulate our feelings of loss upon the departure of someone dear from our lives, creating a void in our being. Amusingly, it is often observed that while most might appear to overcome such voids, the dent still remains……. Jyothi. A. Nair wasn’t a human let alone a Malayali. She was just another canine, a female amongst the many dogs I’ve befriended over the years. There were Robin & Rani in…

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