Got bowled by the thoughts of a poet, whose thoughts are so far fetched after almost 80 years of his death we are realizing the truth, but still unwilling to accept it! I always thought so, but as m not a poet or a gr8 writer cud never sum and organise my thoughts orderly, but when I read his work...I felt that he wrote it with the ink of my thoughts......and so thought of sharing it!!
On Children (The Prophet)
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.