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| I was the Knight |
I fought for what I deemed the
right,
I saw the Truth, I was her Knight.
My foemen, too, were thus
aflame,
Blind chessmen in the obscure
game,
Of some malign divinity.
Now, with unfolding eyes, We
see.
The paradox of every fight,
That both are wrong,
And both are right.
That friend is foe and foe is
friend,
And nothing matters in the
end.
George
Sylvester Viereck (1884-1962).
It is difficult to know when the
end is. Nobody has known it. Nobody will know it. What we can know is what
matters in the end. And it is true that nothing matters in the end. Every day, I
started with a new fight for something which I thought as mine, only to find
out in the end that it was not!
Kartikey

3 comments:
Very well interpreted, especially the last line. Everyday I started a new fight... Only one who has been through the highs and lows of life and yet chosen to remain level headed can understand these words.
Very true.
Subhash Gupta.
True!
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