He has been bent,
He has been forged,
He has been hammered like a
hot iron to obey the blacksmith.
How much he can take
Before his soul rages embers?
How far he can go
With his bones chiselled to weakness?
But fortitude is his strongest suit,
No fire can turn him into weak ashes,
Nothing can shake his unabated spirit,
‘cause he is an iron who absorbs thousand blows!
©2020 Piyush Singh
100 Selected Poems, John Keats: Collectable Hardbound edition
Amazingly expressed.
Thank you Kritika for your unwavering support!
My pleasure 🙂
Beautiful meaning!
Every sword must pass the test of fire
Yes it is… Thank you for your wonderful words!
You’re welcome
Now that’s strong
Thank you so much Brother!
You’re welcome
Amazing with deep meaning 😊
Thank you Era!
You’re welcome 😊😊
He’s a man of honour!
Yes he is.. Thank you for liking this
Absolutely fantastic poetry. Great work! Thanks😊
Thank you so much… Your words really mean a lot to me!
My pleasure. Happy creating😊🙏
Flows very well. Powerful.
Question — lines 3 and 4 say, “like a hot iron” But isn’t it an iron? Is that a contradiction?
Thank you for your praise … Well i meant iron… Sometimes thoughts emerge differently when you dig it deeper..!
Strong and inspiring
Thank you Kanjika for your kind words!
My pleasure, thank you for sharing.
That’s deep and powerful!
Thank you Mrityunjay!
Power. Absolute power and bravery in those words. Keep writing man! Peace and greetings from Sui generis 💛
Thank you so much Sui Generis! I am glad you connected with this
My absolute pleasure! Have a fantastic day!