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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the thicket forgotten of deeply anchored thoughts, Where ideas nest, across time and tailored spaces, There I stand, guardian of the undimmed realm, the archivist of the flame That knows not extinguishing in the beating winds of history, Guarding the pure light that does not fracture from darkness. Shadow does not frighten me, in the tumultuous whirl of the ephemeral moment, The virility of my pen is the bastion safe from political venom, In my fortress of books, ideas, and eternally glimpsed dreams, A candle of knowledge, a lighthouse piercing the fog of despair, And my intellect, a fleet that can quench the thirst of the abyss. I am the knight battling the windmills of forgetfulness and ignorance, At war with the shadows that attempt to speak of present suppression, A country does not parade its grandeur in the fleeting plays of political stages, But in the echo it leaves through a waltz of creative genius in the world's libraries, Through art, science, and the poetry whispered by blossoming briar circles. A nation does not stretch into the arms of death when it is defeated, Nor embraces the poison when lords change or thrones waver, But on the wings of those who walked through the subtle circles of thought, They leave an endless imprint of the dream in the springs of eternity, Weaving its chronicles, over centuries and wisdom its people grow. And I, amongst waves of misunderstanding and barriers of indifference, Submerged in creations that speak in languages only the stars comprehend, I traverse the fine line between present and dreaming eternity, I build from words a wall that no terrestrial battle can crumble. I watch how politics spins like an old mill in the fickle wind, But I keep my distance, with my quill dipped in eternal ink, Agony and ecstasy, in a wondrous dance of knowledge, Never forgetting that the sunrise from my mind is the rebirth of the world. Beneath my intellectual hoard, with its invincible nature, I warm centuries, illuminate unfoldings, and cultivate hope, For, regardless of the whirlwind that beats at my gate, I am master of my counsel and the dream I embrace. Politics may haunt the streets and squares, But the eternal plays in the laboratories of my tranquil mind, Where I, the architect of this human sanctuary, undefeated, Weaving eternity with my intellect, remain.
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