Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
I have special attachment with this poem. This is primarily because the creator of this poem went through the same situation as I did. My legs were not amputated as the poet’s were but then I had a similar experience where I had to undergo major surgery of my right leg after a near-death accident in 2006.
I was unable to walk on my own for an entire year. Even then, I did not let this dampen my spirit. I wrote articles for an English-language national daily in Nepal to keep myself reminding that although I may be physically limited perform certain actions, I am perfectly all right when it came to keep myself moving.
I am sure this poem will keep on inspiring me for the rest of my life. I will be the most successful person on the planet if I will be able to pass on the message and importance of this poem to my progeny.