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Passion Over Prosperity: A Pauper's Pursuit of Literary Greatness

Mawphniang Napoleon 1993 (Ri Bhoi)

I am a pauper, with naught but air in my wallet,
And no desire to labor, converse, or trade.
For my obsession is to refine and redo,
My book, and publish it, a goal to evade.

Seventy rupees, my only treasure, I hoard,
To buy seven packs of Wai Wai, for seven days.
I fast and drink only water, like sages of yore,
Ignoring all other woes, in this enlightened craze.

Dreaming of wealth, to treat my mother dear,
With Shillong pork and bamboo shoots, her delight.
And Nan Polok's Muri, the fish she holds dear,
A feast to honor her, with all my might.

But I remain steadfast, in this pauper's plight,
For my passion for literature, shall always be right.

So I toil on, with pen and paper, my wealth,
Though naught but noodles and water, be my health.
For I know, success is nigh, just round the bend,
And financial freedom, I shall soon befriend.

So let me be, in my seclusion, to write,
For greatness, waits, just beyond sight.
With every word, I delve deeper into my soul,
And strive, to make my book, a story untold.

For what is wealth, but fleeting, and quickly lost,
While art, remains, and lives on, at any cost.
So I shall persevere, in this madness, and strive,
For literary success, as long as I'm alive.

And if my efforts, bring me fame and gold,
I'll buy my mother, the finest pork and hold,
A feast, to celebrate, my passion's reward,
And bask, in the knowledge, that I have succeeded, with word.

And if my words, do not bring me fame and riches,
I'll not despair, nor shall I be a fool.
For my love of literature, shall ever flourish,
And I shall keep writing, with a heart that's cool.

For writing is my solace, my joy, my life,
A path that I have chosen, with all my might.
And I shall follow it, to the end of the line,
With passion and perseverance, in the darkest night.

And though I may live, in poverty and pain,
I'll never give up, for I am driven by my brain.
For writing is my destiny, my purpose, my call,
And I shall do it, till my last breath, I shall.

So let me be, a broke and lonely writer,
For my pen, is mightier, than any glitter.
And though I may have naught, but Wai Wai noodles to eat,
I'll keep writing, with a heart that can't be beat.

For I am a writer, with a soul of gold,
A storyteller, with tales, yet to be told.
And I shall keep writing, till my last breath,
For my passion, shall always, surpass wealth.

And even when my book is published, at last,
And I have earned my due, for my hard work's cast,
I'll never lose sight, of what's truly important,
For writing, is my passion, my soul's resort.

For words, are my canvas, my story to tell,
And I'll keep weaving tales, that others can dwell.
For in my writing, I find solace and peace,
A place where I can be, entirely at ease.

So let me write, and dream, and toil, with might

This poem is a part of the published book "Homo Sapiens Part XII" in the Homo Sapiens book series by Mawphniang Napoleon. If you enjoy reading poems by this author, you can purchase all of their books in the series from a common online store available in your country.

About this poem

The poem above is a sonnet that highlights the dedication and passion of a writer towards their craft, despite the lack of financial stability. The speaker of the poem is depicted as a pauper, with no money in their wallet and no desire to work or socialize. The speaker's only obsession is to revise and publish their book, a goal that they hope to achieve soon. The speaker's only expense is seventy rupees, which they use to buy Wai Wai instant noodles for seven days and fast, like the ancient Greek philosophers. The speaker dreams of financial freedom and the ability to treat their mother with their favorite Shillong pork and bamboo shoots. The speaker remains steadfast in their pauper's plight and continues to write, despite the lack of material wealth. They believe that writing is their destiny and purpose, and they will continue to do so until their last breath. The speaker believes that writing is their solace, their joy, and their life and that their passion for writing shall always surpass wealth. The speaker sees words as their canvas and their story to tell, and they will keep weaving tales for others to enjoy. 

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Written on November 22, 2022

Submitted by Mawphniang.Napoleon on February 03, 2023

Modified by Mawphniang.Napoleon on February 03, 2023

3:24 min read

Quick analysis:

Closest metre Iambic hexameter
Characters 3,063
Words 665
Stanzas 17
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 1, 1

Mawphniang Napoleon

Mawphniang is a person who is always striving to live life to the fullest. He is someone who is always open to new ideas and ways of living and is unafraid to take risks in order to explore the unknown. He is passionate about life and is always looking for ways to make use of his time and energy. He has an inquisitive nature, and is always looking for answers to life's mysteries and questions. Though Mawphniang does not pretend to have all the answers, he is determined to taste life and live a simple life, without overcomplicating things. He's a person who appreciates the small moments and cherishes the little things in life. He enjoys spending time in nature, exploring the world, and connecting with people. He is a person who is always up for a new adventure and never stops learning. He is on a daily journey of self-discovery, trying to make sense of the world and his place in it. more…

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