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By now, you must have understood that I am a great admirer of Henry David Thoreau: his thoughts, ideals and principles, especially after reading the three principles I have set for myself.(If you haven't noticed,click here).
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My HeroA gentleman, never been called so, Who, in his own style, tried to show The world the way it has to know That individualism must stay and grow. A philosopher of unusual tempo Whose ideas he himself drove To endless heights without slow From existing standards disdainfully low. A saunterer from the holy-lands of snow Without pointing his finger or raising his brow At the downward speed of mankind�s flow Remained aloof, having attained divine glow. A gentleman, never been called so, A philosopher of unusual tempo A saunterer from the holy-lands of snow My hero, Henry David Thoreau. |
Sonnet to ThoreauMethinks, that bright blue star yonder in sky Twinkles forever smirking at my soul, The fiery black thunder when storm comes by, Frightens my mind for thoughts I never stole. The might of the mountains standing so high, Make me panic for my lack of hard goal. Perchance, the adept breezes willfully try To disclose my best kept corner-and-hole Causing apprehension as to imply And leaving nothing for me to console My despair'd heart, so inclined to cry, Desolate, desperate like a tadpole Wishing to become a lotus in pond Aloof and free from relation and bond. |