The Motivational Adda

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अगर ख़िलाफ़ हैं होने दो जान थोड़ी है  ये सब धुआँ है कोई आसमान थोड़ी है  लगेगी आग तो आएँगे घर कई ज़द में  यहाँ पे सिर्फ़ हमारा मकान थोड़ी है  मैं जानता हूँ के दुश्मन भी कम नहीं लेकिन  हमारी तरहा हथेली पे जान थोड़ी है  हमारे मुँह से जो निकले वही सदाक़त है  हमारे मुँह में तुम्हारी ज़ुबान थोड़ी है  जो आज साहिबे मसनद हैं कल नहीं होंगे किराएदार हैं ज़ाती मकान थोड़ी है  सभी का ख़ून है शामिल यहाँ की मिट्टी में  किसी के बाप का हिन्दोस्तान थोड़ी है..                             -राहत इंदौरी 

The World Is Too Much With Us The world is too much with us; late and soon,  Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—  Little we see in Nature that is ours;  We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!  This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;  The winds that will be howling at all hours,  And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;  For this, for everything, we are out of tune;  It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be  A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;  So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,  Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;  Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;  Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.  - William Shakespeare Summary In the Sonnet "The world is too much with us" poet complains that the modern world is losing its connection with nature. In this fast-paced life, humans don't get enough time to care and appreciate the beauty and harmony of nature which is ou...

THE SCHOOL BOY I love to rise in a summer morn,  When the birds sing on every tree;  The distant huntsman winds his horn,  And the skylark sings with me.  O! what sweet company.  But to go to school in a summer morn,  O! it drives all joy away;  Under a cruel eye outworn,  The little ones spend the day,  In sighing and dismay.  Ah! then at times I drooping sit,  And spend many an anxious hour.  Nor in my book can I take delight,  Nor sit in learning’s bower,  Worn thro’ with the dreary shower.  How can the bird that is born for joy,  Sit in a cage and sing.  How can a child when fears annoy,  But droop his tender wing,  And forget his youthful spring.  O! Father and Mother, if buds are nip’d,  And blossoms blown away,  And if the tender plants are strip’d Of their joy in the springing day,  By sorrow and cares dismay,  How shall the summer arise in joy,  O...

Nothing Gold Can Stay Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.                       - Robert Frost

The Seven Ages of a man  All the world's a stage  And all the men and women merely players:  They have their exits and their entrances;  And one man in his time plays many parts,  His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,  Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.  Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel  And shining morning face, creeping like snail  Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,  Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad  Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier.  Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,  Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,  Seeking the bubble reputation  Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,  In fair round belly with good capon lined,  With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,  Full of wise saws and modem instances;  And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts  I...

The Oven Bird There is a singer everyone has heard, Loud, a mid-summer and a mid-wood bird, Who makes the solid tree trunks sound again. He says that leaves are old and that for flowers Mid-summer is to spring as one to ten. He says the early petal-fall is past When pear and cherry bloom went down in showers On sunny days a moment overcast; And comes that other fall we name the fall. He says the highway dust is over all. The bird would cease and be as other birds But that he knows in singing not to sing. The question that he frames in all but words Is what to make of a diminished thing.                                                                                                   - Robert Frost ...