Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
(Khalil Gibran)
i love khalil gibran’s way of writing. it has something in it. happy that you shared this π
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Thank you so much Rakshanda. This poem of his keeps coming back to haunt me for the simple manner in which some profound thoughts are put across by him.
Much honoured for the nomination. Heartfelt thanks for the same.
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Gibran is perfect in his own way. Right from school days it was fun reading him. Looking forward to your further posts.π
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Same here…..wish you the very best!
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Thanks sirπ
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Reblogged this on theempathyqueen and commented:
This is exactly what I needed today. As a parent, I keep trying to open communication and a connection. But, sometimes it is still not enough…..
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Reblogged this on ashokbhatia and commented:
The more I read this poem, the more I admire the wisdom contained in its short but crisp composition!
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