The Ism of Life

Those who stretched out their chests like lions in front of the pipes of guns are now the kings of highways. Those who died helplessly jumping into the gape of the invading shark are now alive in the din and bustle of life. And those who escaped hiding themselves into the darkness of their cunning are now mere oblivion, mere broken graveyard surrounded by dreary emptiness. Actually those who have learnt to contempt the eyes of vulture have the right of living only. Only those who have learnt like pincers to uproot the poisonous teeth of cobra have the right of love. Those who know how to show thumb to the carnivorous animals have the right of life. Freedom and sovereignty are only for those who have learnt to play with life like chopper and spear and who have learnt to shed one river blood for flowers and poems, for man and soil. Behold, those who were alive are now mere ghosts having died and got rotten utterly. But those who sacrificed their lives in the inflame of love are now reigning in the realm of life. Truly the detestable death of man is in his foolish living; life is only in war and death.