An attempt to stand up straight
When there is neither muscle nor sinew
The last of your power drained with the sore throbbing ache
Feed then, on the mind’s capacity - Go on challenge it!
No valor no nerve can mar the spirit
Spirit, that stimulates and feeds the valiant
When the blind can use the mind’s eye
When the cavemen can invent fire
Why then should your mind not give you the strength?
Why then you need to pause?
Stop not, for the vital force within you is getting wasted
No, don’t be a log, not a stone
Emancipate the being and feel the emotions
Let your spirit rejuvenate – not your senses die
It’s a viscous circle of strengthening the self and draining
the same
There is no want that is not created by perception
A mind and spirit is all that takes to make a human life
No limb, no senses are a mandate
Don’t give in to despair for the lack of anything
Feel thy self: fend, tend and mend
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