भ्वाइस खबर
The Flame of the One Who Walks First
– Tomnath Uprety
When the elder oak leans toward the dawn,
saplings bow, seeking that same light.
A river does not ask its stones where to go;
it bends the earth, carving destinies in sand.
So too, when a soul who knows walks straight,
the trembling feet of the many follow.
His breath becomes the breeze that stirs
the silent aspirations of the hidden heart.
But what if the oak’s branches thirst for poison,
spreading shadows, calling corruption rain?
What if the river carries toxins quietly,
etching death into fields that pray for spring?
A leader’s step is a flame,
and nations are candles waiting to catch.
If he burns pure, even the dark
will find itself transformed into dawn.
But if his flame is smoke,
blackening the stars of the youth,
the world walks blind,
stumbling over stones of greed and silence.
Corruption is a vine that coils unseen,
feeding on the absence of watchers at the gate.
It drinks from the wells of forgotten oaths,
and laughs softly as the people sleep.
To lead is to become the rain that cleanses,
to walk as the mountain that cannot bend to winds,
to speak like the bell that echoes honesty
across the plains where the poor gather hope.
Let the leader’s heart be a mirror of Gita’s call:
to act without desire, to serve without the hunger of ego,
to stand so tall in virtue that the shadows
have no place to hide beneath his feet.
For where the first walker walks,
there the people will follow,
and where he kneels in truth,
there corruption itself will learn to pray.
भ्वाइस खबर
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