Poem of the Day-3: THE REBELLION by M.G.Adiga

Here, everyone has to rebel until

he seeks out, identifies and climbs

his own throne of gold or iron or word, or mere mud.

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Until the spring of self blossoms,

each individual will have to rebel against

parents, against teachers; and the closed first

of society. So long as they oppress and feed the

Orphan stale food

and restrict his growth.

Until one's own marks of identify are ready;

Until within one's limits, One spreads

his branches and twigs sufficiently

Every one has to rebel.

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Most importantly, One has to declare

endlessly a holy war

against oneself, through one's living days;

against the secret fifth column that conspires

Inside the inner cave of utter darkness;

against those who come in desirable disguises

to flatter and to extinguish

the lamp of selfhood;

against one's own day dreams which tempt

by magnifying one's ambitions;

against secret fears that try to push

you into the pit of despair and laugh out loud;

against distortions that stem from selfishness;

against the neighing of mirages of impossibilities;

against unabashed women

who draw you astray or pull you down;

....

The declaration of rebellion

should keep on blazing;

until every branch weighs down with ripe fruits;

in order to offer the kernel to others and seeds to the future;

to lay another stone to the foundation of mankind;

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(Translated into English by P.Srinivasa Rao and Sumatheendra Nadig)(Source: Lost)