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A TRUE MAN

A true farmer is the one who never forgets his fields; the
soil in which his rudiments lie firmly embedded; even in
times of uncouth dryness and arid drought,
A true scientist is the one who never forgets his plethora
of ingenious inventions; the innumerable number of gifts
which he had given mankind; even in times when he was
brutally rejected; deserted disastrously by all
transgressing beside him,
A true poet is the one who never forgets his enchanting
verse; the unfathomable lines of mystical passion which
he had evolved with his own blood; even in times when
the entire world refrained to buy a single copy of his
book; and all his work was decaying like a rotten heap of
vegetables in the interiors of the obsolete hut,
A true elephant is the one who never forgets his
Herculean strength; the astounding power that
reverberated from his body as he strolled; even in times
when he lay timidly wounded on the ground,
A true painter is the one who never forgets his
drawings; vivaciously stroking his brush on plain canvas
all day; even in times when critics just ripped apart his
drawings into infinite shreds; the instant they sighted it,
A true prince is the one who never forgets his
magnificent castle; the grandiloquent aura which once
encompassed his body in majestic entirety; even in
times when he was forced to beg on the streets; and his
palace had been gruesomely evacuated,
A true teacher is the one who never forgets his essence
of impartial knowledge; the diligent times when he
spent days and nights under the midnight oil with his
scores of his disciples; even in times when the same
students spat on his face for scolding them;
ridiculed him to the most unprecedented limits,

A true magician is the one who never forgets his spell


binding tricks; the jugglery of enamoring antiques that
he possessed in his repertoire after years of assiduous
practice; even in times when he failed to captivate the
audiences; people hurled footwear and
garbage at him instead of fat wads of currency,
A true tree is the one who never forgets its mesmerizing
foliage of dense leaves; the boundless number of birds
and insects wandering on its periphery; even in times
when it was ruthlessly stripped by the onset of
delectable autumn; the animals which had once made it
their dwelling place; now scorned at it in utter hatred,
A true star is the who never forgets its profound
shimmer; the countless centuries for which it shone
unrelentingly in the sky; even in times when the
conglomerate of hideously black clouds engulfed it from
all sides; obscured it wholesomely from the
view of this world,
A true dog is the one who never forgets to incessantly
wag its tail; barks poignantly as a fleet of strangers
encroached upon in the dark; even in times when its
master starved it of succulent food; kicked it in its
stomach for apparently no reason or rhyme,
A true watch is the one which never forgets to keep on
ticking indefatigably; moving its arms voraciously all
round the clock; even in times when the entire Universe
had slept; and there was nothing but stark darkness
after the Sun had blissfully slept in the skies,
A true warrior is the one who never forgets his
battlefield; keeps fighting inexorably till the very end;
even in times when he knew that it was just a few
moments before the opposition captured him; withdrew
his last breath from his body,
A true saint is the one who never forgets to meditate;
wholesomely drown himself into the Omnipotent
perception of Almighty lord; even in times when demons

around him trying as hard as possible to disturb his


penance and unflinching concentration,
A true doctor is the one who never forgets to treat
people suffering from bizarre affliction beside him;
applies the ointment of his love on several bruises
oozing blood and pain; even in times when the same
patients he had treated before were planning to kill him;
poison the milk he gulped for morning breakfast,
A true ocean is the one who never forgets its colossal
waters; the gigantically swirling waves it generated
since times immemorial; even in times when its body
shrunk to a mere trickle; the tyranny of pugnacious heat
had sucked its frothy spray away,
A true bomb is the one who never forgets its thunderous
capacity to explode; fulminate into fathomless plumes of
black gas; even in times when water pelted down in
tremendous fury from the sky; the showers of monsoon
rain played a complete spoilsport,
A true mother is the one who never forgets her child;
anxious about its safety all day and year; attending to
the most tiniest of his pampered commands; even in
times when her baby matured into an impetuous
youngster; and now no longer slept in the shade of her
compassionate lap,
A true lover is the one who never forgets his beloved;
keeps loving her for infinite more births to unveil
without expecting the slightest favor; even in times
when the acrimonious society stood as a hostile quiver
of arrows; chopped his every step even before he put his
foot on the ground,
And a true man is the one who never forgets his home
soil; kisses the soil he was born on; every night before
he slept; every day as he opened his eyes with brilliant
light; even in times when the entire planet was
undergoing a spurious metamorphosis; with people

crazily embracing other religion and land; thinking the


same place which had produced them; the same place
which nurtured and harnessed their lives; had now
become outdated.

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