Interpreter of Maladies
Thursday, December 01, 2005
A verse from memoriesI had read this long back...dont even remember when but it will always be amongst the lines that has affected me the most. Its called MY WAY...
I am not a star
There is no halo over my head
Fate doesn't like the color of my eyes
Struggle and strife are friends of mine
Who am I?
I am survival. I am guts. I am pride. I like odds.
Especially when they are stacked against me.
Because there will come a time when I will stare them in the eye.
And smile the smile of the one who's pulled it off
I am the guy who will have
deep lines on his face someday
And it'll make me good when I laugh
Because that is the day
I will fear no fear
And taste sweat that is sweet.
And look back for the
very first time and say,
I did it my way,
the long hard way.
