They never hesitate to prolong their operations for
centuries, or till they could obtain the fruit they desire for. They know that
"standing at the feet, one should not gaze at the sky to reach the top, but
must start climbing, for the slightest attempt brings in its awake a proportionate
result which certainly grows higher than the Himalayas in the long run". If
the waves fail in converting the stone into land at that point, elsewhere they
penetrate by their sheer unending repetitions. Into creeks they enter and
establish their sway there permanently. Moreover, they hope to gain more. There
is no failure for perseverance, nor there is dishonor to the labour put in.
Every pain has a gain . When the labour wins, glory comes galloping. So, march
forward with perseverance as your handmaid.
The
poet goes with another yet - When such ceaseless
series of sincere well-directed efforts start functioning undaunted, victories
come to them from all quarters.
They come not in singles, but in battalions. Their velocity and copiousness are
such that they stun and suffocate the recipient at once. They paralyze his
senses by their multiplicity in infinite variety. Such victories makes one's
life enviable and pave the way of for prosperous and praise-worthy career. The
morning light floods the whole universe, though it illumines. the eastern
direction first. When the morning Sun peeps like a bride at the groom, only that
part is lighted; but in a few seconds all the directions, why the whole world
gets illumined.
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