Thursday, 10 September 2026

WHAT, IF YOU ARE GREAT?

 

                WHAT,  IF YOU ARE GREAT?

            What, if you are great and you are looked upon by lots of people as : mighty, powerful, invincible, unparallel, god-like, authoritative,  terrible in the use of your powers, resources, arms, and  all that?

                You may be a great king, emperor, ruler, governor, leader, conqueror, etc.         

                  You may be having many followers, helpers, subordinates, hirelings, slaves, servants, coordinators, partners, etc.  

                        Your material resources may be unlimited. Your arms and weapons may be deadliest.  Your fighters and soldiers may be uncountable.

                        In spite of every asset mentioned above you are not immortal. You will die one day. Your empire will come to an end. Your friends and followers and the people at large who were just like your slaves will forget you.

                        Here is a sonnet titled Ozymandias written by the famous English poet Percy Bysshe Shelly (1792-1822). Its moral is that all human power, greatness, and pride are transitory,

                        “No matter how mighty a ruler is or how vast their empire becomes ,time and nature will inevitably destroy their legacy and reduce it to dust.”

                           The full text of the sonnet follows:

                                                OZYMANDIAS

I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,

Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:

And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

 

G. R. Kanwal

10 th September 2026

 

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