Abhijit Naskar's Blog - Posts Tagged "hardship"

“Come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.
As long as you are next to me,
Even your silence is tranquility.

I know it hurts like the dickens!
Yet every wound delivers valiance.
At your every whim I am your servant.
But to every wound you are your treatment.

Your trouble is my trouble.
Be not disheartened if the world frowns.
Clouds are nothing but herald of sunshine.
Pain of today is tomorrow’s crown.

So I say, come, sit next to me.
As you will, so will be.”

“Gel, yanımda otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.
İstemiyorsan konuşma, gerek yok.
Yanımdayken, sessizliğin bile sükundur.

Biliyorum, çok acıyor!
Biliyorum, bu dünya çok zalim!
Istiyorum ama soylemem – elimi tut!
Çünkü senin yaranın ilacı sadece sensin.

Senin derdin benim derdim.
Her dert insana cesaret veriyor.
Bulutlar güneş ışığının habercileridir.
Bugünün acısı yarın tacı oluyor.

Hadi gel, burada otur.
Nasıl istiyorsan, öyle olur.”

Hope is rather important to me, so much so,
I even named a title Esperanza Impossible.
But my hope is not that of wishful inaction,
my hope is a furnace of valiance untamable.

It’s more important to be the hope and help,
than have the hope that help is on the way.
No one is too helpless to lift themselves,
all you need is a purpose to define your way.

If this son of a factory worker could conquer
the world with brain, heart and empty pocket,
why do you succumb to fictitious despair,
the greatest hopes are always hopeless!

Rise, revolt and be the hope,
take no defeat as your destiny.
Till your world bathes in your light,
be the hopeless warrior of incorruptibility.

Bi’ gün değil, bugün,
bugün yaşamalı,
bugün parlamalı,
bugün uyanmalı,
bugün yürümeli.

Wear your wounds like crown,
not tomorrow, but today.
In front of your thunderous resolve,
intimidating clouds all fade away.

Where lips don’t speak, eyes do –
where eyes don’t speak, backbone do.
And once backbone has spoken, all the
militaries cannot render it untrue.

Poetry, my nationality,
words, my brethren.
To the world I’m monsoon,
for inside I’m barren.

I grew up in a 20ft/20ft one-room house,
used to walk an hour to get to school –
and although I never knew what luxury was,
I’m just grateful, I never had to starve –

I never had to wear torn clothes,
never had to experience a leaky roof,
unlike my parents, who grew up poor,
as neither of my grandfathers were good providers.

Like my father, his father was a factory worker,
but unlike my father, he could barely feed his family,
and my other grandfather was a poor priest,
who too could barely provide for his family, with
the little money he earned from religious ceremonies.

My parents grew up in abject poverty, I grew up in
modest security, and all of it has kept me grounded.
Little obscurity is essential for building character –
luxury stunts growth, obscurity establish greatness.

Live, even when life limps.
Sing, even when your throat is sore.
Help, even when your hands bleed.
Love, even when your soul is not sure.