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WISHES Hour Twenty Four Jun 16

by Aarthi Karanam | Nov 9, 2024 | Poetry | 0 comments

Wishes are like dreams

When they get fulfilled, they no longer feel important

How easily you forget the feverish nights and the hopeful days

You spent nurturing and nursing them

Setting every grey cell, every muscle in your body to slog

So you could achieve what you dreamt of,

That you kept burning like an akhand deep*,

Against all odds, as a reminder to go on

Blighting everything and everyone else 

Until what you sought adamantly, that seemed just above your reach

Is now in your grasp

There is no thrill of the danger of losing your all

For success is counted sweetest by those who ne’ er succeed*

So, I’d rather dear God, that not all my wishes get fulfilled

Lest I become complacent and arrogant

And start forgetting that nothing in this world exists

Without the breath of Lord Shiva, 

Breathing the seeds of reason in to it….

Hail Shumbho

The Akhand Jyoti Diya is a lamp lit throught the 9 days of the Hindu festival of Navaratri.

This symbolises the unwavering devotion of the devotees towards the divine.

Courtesey: Wikipedia 

Success is counted sweetest – a poem by Emily Dickinson     

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