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“If only we could go up in the sky and see the world from there, we wouldn’t find any boundaries… It’s a pity that we can’t do that!” 
- Khalil Gibran

Pity The Nation… Khalil Gibran

Pity the nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion.

Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,

eats a bread it does not harvest,

and drinks a wine that flows not from its own wine-press.

Pity the nation that acclaims the bully as hero,

and that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.

Pity a nation that despises a passion in its dream,

yet submits in its awakening.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice

save when it walks in a funeral,

boasts not except among its ruins,

and will rebel not save when its neck is laid

between the sword and the block.

Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,

whose philosopher is a juggler,

and whose art is the art of patching and mimicking.

Pity the nation that welcomes its new ruler with trumpeting,

and farewells him with hooting,

only to welcome another with trumpeting again.

Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years

and whose strong men are yet in the cradle.

Pity the nation divided into into fragments,each fragment deeming itself a nation.

THE BLESSED CITY- Khalil Gibran

In my youth I was told that in a certain city every one lived according to the Scrip- tures.

And I said, "I will seek that city and the blessedness thereof." And it was far. And I made great provision for my journey. And after forty-days I beheld the city and on the forty-first day I entered into it.

And lo! the whole company of the inhabitants had each but a single eye and but one hand. And I was astonished and said to myself, "Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?"

Then I saw that they too were astonished, for they were marvelling greatly at my two hands and my two eyes. And as they were speaking together I inquired of them saying, "Is this indeed the Blessed City, where each man lives according to the Scriptures?" And they said, "Yes, this is that city."

"And what," said I, "hath befallen you, and where are your right eyes and your right hands?"

And all the people were moved. And they said, "Come thou and see."

And they took me to the temple in the midst of the city. And in the temple I saw a heap of hands and eyes. All withered. Then said I, "Alas! what conqueror hath committed this cruelty upon you?"

And there went a murmur amongst them. And one of their elders stood forth and said, "This doing is of ourselves. God hath made us conquerors over the evil that was in us."

And he led me to a high altar, and all the people followed. And he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:

"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. And if thy right hand offend thee, cut if off and cast it from thee; for it is profitable for thee that one of the members should perish, and not that thy whole body should be cast into hell."

Then I understood. And I turned about to all the people and cried, "Hath no man or woman among you two eyes or two hands?"

And they answered me saying, "No, not one. There is none whole save such as are yet too young to read the Scripture and to understand its commandment."

And when we had comeout of the temple, I straightway left that Blessed City; for I was not too young, and I could read the scripture.

The night, one b'ful l'le star & the Dawn!

One night I saw one b'ful l'le star

Dancing on the dark carpet of night
It shone ‘n’ made me smile
For it was b’ful- just like a dream
‘n’ I felt oh yeah, This is the one!
This is the one I was waiting for!
I was so excited that I could barely
Stay still or hold a thought in my head
‘n’ so I smiled ‘n’ smiled ‘n’ smiled
I built a castle in the sky
I built a stairway
I built a world around that shining star
‘n’ while I was busy making it
The night died ‘n’ hence the star
I looked at it one last time
It still looked b’ful
It shone ‘n’ made me cry
‘n’ then the next moment it disappeared
Into the sky…

And then something happened
I saw something even more b’ful
I asked life, “What is it?”
She said, “Dawn”!

It is the dawn!