An Objectivist Poem by Akhil Zoomin

We never cry
for the things happened
instead we shall laugh

Nothing, nothings has crossed our fingers

We don't loosen them our hands
our hopes never die
we always take chance
even at the worst times
and,
wait for the things to happen
according to our will

this is not so called philosophy
this we call the way of living

we are not bound by any
traditional values or belief systems
If anything of that sort
stands as a hurdle
we don't jump 'em
we pluck it from its roots
threw away where man
cannot find in his lifetime

A man's ultimate goal is to
fulfill his objective but
not to kill or sacrifice it

IT IS NOT WHO IS GOING TO LET US
IT IS WHO IS GOING TO STOP US