at that time i dont understand even a word from dis poem,,,but recently i do realize how deep it really mean to me....im sure few of my frens still remember dis poem,,,,,n i would like to share wit u :),,,read n try to understnd ye okie?
IF by Rudyard Kipling
if u can keep ur head when all about u
are losing theirs and blaming it on u
if u can trust urself when all men doubt u
but make allowance for their doubting too
if u can wait and not be tired by waiting
or being lied about,dont deal in lies
or being hated dont give way to hate
and yet dont look too god nor talk too wise
if u can dream ~and not make dreams ur master
if u can think ~and not make thoughts ur aim
if u can meet wit triumph and disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same
if u can bear to hear the truth u've spoken
twisted by knaved to make a trap for fools
or watch the things u gave ur life to,broken
and stoop and build'em up wit worn out tools
if u can make one heap of all ur winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
and lose, and start again at ur beginnings
and neva breath a word about ur loss
if u can force ur heart and nerve and sinew
to serve ir turn long after they are gone
and so hold on when there is nothing in u
except the will which say to them "hold on"
if u can talk to crowds and keep ur virtue
or walk wit KIng~nor lose the common touch
if neither foes nor loving frens can hurt u
is all men count with u,,but none too much
if u can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' worth of distance run
urs is the earth and everything that's in it
and~which is more~u'll be a Man ,my son!
are losing theirs and blaming it on u
if u can trust urself when all men doubt u
but make allowance for their doubting too
if u can wait and not be tired by waiting
or being lied about,dont deal in lies
or being hated dont give way to hate
and yet dont look too god nor talk too wise
if u can dream ~and not make dreams ur master
if u can think ~and not make thoughts ur aim
if u can meet wit triumph and disaster
and treat those two impostors just the same
if u can bear to hear the truth u've spoken
twisted by knaved to make a trap for fools
or watch the things u gave ur life to,broken
and stoop and build'em up wit worn out tools
if u can make one heap of all ur winnings
and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss
and lose, and start again at ur beginnings
and neva breath a word about ur loss
if u can force ur heart and nerve and sinew
to serve ir turn long after they are gone
and so hold on when there is nothing in u
except the will which say to them "hold on"
if u can talk to crowds and keep ur virtue
or walk wit KIng~nor lose the common touch
if neither foes nor loving frens can hurt u
is all men count with u,,but none too much
if u can fill the unforgiving minute
with sixty seconds' worth of distance run
urs is the earth and everything that's in it
and~which is more~u'll be a Man ,my son!
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