Read this poem a long time back but came to know of its significance lately. This is the poem that inspired the great Nelson Mandela during his struggle.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Poet: W.E.Henley
Nishant was fast asleep in his bed. He had a very tiresome day. He felt a
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2 comments:
very positive and inspirational
The credit must go where it's deserved... To the author and Nelson Mandela...
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