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The Key of the Lock, Obstacles

Those are wrong like the bees who take the painting as real flowers 
And break their own stings, wrong are also the clouds that think to 
Forever hide the burning sun; the winds are not wise either when that try 
To shake the mountains of the world, the rays are not better 
If I am allowed to say so ,when that try to dry up the oceans, 
As all these know not what goes that comes round 
What appears wrong in one phase, in another the same is right and strong 
The phase is more important, even more important are time and place 
Context is another one to be kept in mind 
Same is the case when you go to decide 
To choose between mother tongue and foreign tongues 
Remember, my friend, there is nothing like short cuts 
Nor is there anything that happens in a moment or cause to happen suddenly 
Everything happens for a cause and that cause grows
Like a tree that germinates from a thrown up seed or put into soil carefully 
The seed is not for anything that is quick; it has always a long time plan 
Here there is no scope to take views that is extreme to either side left or right 
I am not either here to tell you that the centrists are right 
Sometimes centrists are also found to be foolish 
Right are those who have a right sense of right proportion 
So I have a habit to say 
In life balance is the key 
To open up the door of success after breaking the lock of obstacles 
Here the key of blooming or the trick of flourishing is not lie in one tongue 
But in several tongues, go like a swift breeze and capture at least three 
To develop in you and in your nations
The knowledge of science and technology
Without which you are nothing, 
Only to be found grinding under the grinder of poverty.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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