INVICTUS
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstances
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is at stake, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It really not matters how strait is the gate,
How charged up with punishments is the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
She says, I am the captain of my soul.
From the words of William Ernst Henley, this looks like I'm a part of story which has love, hope and a determination which vows to overcome even destiny. This is how it should conclude too. Wait..
Sorry to all of you for making you wait so long for a post. Rather i would say even i dint get how pacy and eventful my past 10 months passed ! Faced almost all Shakespeare's tragedies, Sidney Sheldon's melodrama, traumatic accidental phases in the mentioned period. It took some good amount of protein mixed with guts to stand up again and meet you all with black and white texts.
#HeartbeatsResurrection
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