A Crown of Borrowed Light

black veil absorbed 

light dawning the way 

the molecule of life 

witnessing,  

a powerful mankind 

upon whom it lies 

the balancing quotient of,

light and dark 

the horizon divine.

Unraveling our own existence,

We run the marathon of life.

with hunger gnawing on our emotions

obscuring the purpose for speed

and power for position.

We hide behind the performance of power,

eclipsing the responsibility that crawls beside it.

Under the sophisticated mask of humanity,

we still cling to the old game of blame.

We always start the game

pointing fingers like compasses,

constantly rotating

and never finding the true north.

For it is within,

the true direction,

which is only greeted by our

fleeting glance.

The fervor to lead the journey of existence

often incentivized by

the things that glitter and shine

a humble abode to

acquisitive and consumerist emotions.

But buried amongst the spectacle and applause

lies the invisible string of human existence

responsibility.

Every action casts a shadow,

Every power births a weight,

Yet the hunger to acquire more power

dilutes the essence of the throne

that invites the souls

bound by greatness and affluence.

Yet greatness need not wear a crown.

A parent guides a stumbling child,

The child becomes the parent's hand

This quiet, daily act of caring,

invokes the fire of great eminence.

O! lord

Hail to the beauty of greatness

The announcement unsung

It withers with the passing of the decades

holding within the desire

to reunite itself

With that acknowledgement,

the ocean of responsibility

where all greatness takes its form.

I pray and pray

for the time when humankind

could witness

the coalescence of the two greatest forces of nature

greatness and responsibility.

This is the full cycle.

This is the inheritance.

Churchill painted a vast canvas with a single quote :

“The price of greatness is responsibility.”

But we have been arguing over the nature of color ever since, and not how every eye holds a unique array of shades. Let us take a step back from the canvas. Let us take the breath of fresh perspective away from the parliament floors, thrones, and podiums.

Greatness was never ours to keep, only to carry forward and pass on.

Let us uninvite ourselves from the position of power and head back home.