"Heroes are made in the hour of defeat. Success is, therefore, well described as a series of glorious defeats." – Mahatma Gandhi
Breath of coals consumes the compliantly relented peace of multitudes
Leaping from dream to purpose and defiling with hungered presence
- "Come my enemy, give life to me by your hate"
A leprous char to remain in the abandon of slanderous consumption
The takers of hope are meant to be, giving life to survivor's dreams
- "Come my enemy, give life to me by your violence"
Cherished visions have no meaning unless colored with blackened attacks
Their worth determined by the crackling heckles of many jealous lovers
- "Come my enemy, give life to me by your acridity"
Victory will never give birth till hate eagerly prevents its hasty advance
Only pain and adversity will show the incensed revelation of a hero
- "Come my enemy, I know success by your presence"
First written in Opinions Of Eye