That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.
– Emily Dickinson
There is no reason why must we stop dreaming. Or lose hope. Howsoever hard the situation maybe, there is always an end to the tunnel. God oversees it all. One only needs to keep faith and patience, to tide over what may seem as insurmountable. It doesn’t happen everyday, but a while ago I tuned into a radio channel where a man recited a Persian couplet. I had never heard the station before and I think they call it Gyanwani. I was so impressed by a particular verse that I wrote it down.
The whole poem is a conversation between a rock and a stream. The rock is a impediment in the stream’s way. It challenges it to change its course and imposes its huge structure on it. The stream replies that it will not change its way, and will persevere in its effort. Sooner or later, the rock will give way, and the stream will flow on its own course.
The moral just stuck to me. I have always believed in this and now I have a Persian couplet to quote if need be.
مرد باید کہ ہراساں نہ شود
Meeting is subservient to survival.