Our land craves not for pygmies
But longs for men of stature
So tall as can touch the skies
And whose excellence soars to starry heights.
Nay, Nay, Never to such a loftiness then
Where no grass grows under the feet
Where no thorns prick the soles
And where buds cannot bloom
Where no spring nor winter does arise
Where but a dreary storm blows and howls
And where only a still desolation reigns.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Height - poem by Atal Bihari Vajpayee
About ggrty -
I'm a typical character as everybody tag me. Learning from life as it presents is my daily activity. Listening to others what life has offered them is my passion. Living life to the fullest is my ambition. A person is a success who gets up in the morning, goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do!