The Resilience of Purest Gold: A Quixotic Ode to the Human Spirit
Mawphniang Napoleon 1993 (Ri Bhoi)
Though nought of material worth I possess,
And to the eye, I may appear as nought,
My heart doth gleam with purest gold, nonetheless.
My garments rent, my frame fragile and fraught,
My stomach empty, tears within me flow,
A victim of life's cruelty, I am caught.
Though errors I oft make, my soul doth show
A caring mold, and though my words may fall
Amiss, I live to quixotic bravery's flow.
Though frail my form may become, my spirit tall
Remains, and though life may have me down,
My courage doth not flee, my will not small.
Though love hath rent me asunder, my heart's crown
Remains true, and though little I may possess,
My innermost self I proffer, love's own dress.
As long as breath doth in me dwell,
I'll live a selfless life, to aid and offer
Support to the weak and voice for the voiceless.
With fortitude and humility,
I'll strive to make a difference, in this world full of cruelty.
About this poem
This sonnet, entitled "The Resilience of Purest Gold: A Quixotic Ode to the Human Spirit," delves into the theme of inner strength and the power of the human spirit. The speaker, despite having nothing of material worth, asserts that their heart gleams with purest gold. They also mention the difficulties they have faced in life, such as physical fragility and emotional turmoil, but still hold on to their spirit and a strong will. The speaker also highlights the importance of selflessness and striving to make a difference in a world full of cruelty. The use of complex and elevated language, such as "quixotic" and "fortitude," adds depth and complexity to the poem's themes. more »
Written on January 17, 2023
Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on January 16, 2023
Modified by Mawphniang.Napoleon on January 16, 2023
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| Scheme | ABA BCB CDC DED EAA XXX BB |
|---|---|
| Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
| Characters | 902 |
| Words | 185 |
| Stanzas | 7 |
| Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 2 |
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