Harshit's fav poems
Poetry is love


  • 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.