The Interpretation Of Nature And

I. MAN, being the servant and interpreter of Nature, can do and understand so much and so much only as he has observed in fact or in thought of the course of nature: beyond this he neither knows anything nor can do anything. II. Neither the naked hand nor the understanding left to itself can effect much. It is by instruments and helps that the work is done, which are as much wanted for the understanding as for the hand. And as the instruments of the hand either give motion or guide it, so the instruments of the mind supply either suggestions for the understanding or cautions.

The Curse Of Poverty

Poverty Poverty is a curse for human society Poverty prevails there where the injustice is Poverty exclaims there where the illiteracy is Poverty is purely man made So it has to be eradicated from its root The society afflicted with poverty Is reprehension of entire human society Corruption is the source of poverty Only a fearless society can be said

' As My Religion '

Each one of us believe in different creed Each one of us have religious sects we belong to Just to satisfy our souls' spiritual needs To believe in different icon of Gods and Goddesses To the multiple religions we believe with each ism To name a few - Catholicism, Hinduism, Shintoism Islamism, Christianism, Confucianism, Buddhism Each have guidance, doctrine to believe into

Goal

Never thought I may have to leave and pack Did not pay serious attention or looked back When time approached, I was caught unaware Everybody should think over it and prepare Not necessarily you should worry and put strain There will be enough for you to board the train You should be ready and reserve in advance All will be well and in order when you look around and glance

~ Newton ~ Einstein ~ Marx ~ Derrida ~

~ Newton ~ Einstein ~ Marx ~ Derrida ~ Ms. Nivedita UK June 6,2010 Bunkum to burn Edit ill learn. ~ [A] Creation ~ Destruction Learn ~ Relearn. ~ [B]

I Died Before My Birth!

I went to the rivers. Rivers asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to the oceans. Oceans asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to the pebbles. Pebbles asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to the rocks. Rocks asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to the forests. Forests asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to the mountains. Mountains asked me, "Do you know we're alive? " I went to the fountains. Fountains asked me, "Do you know we're alive? "

O My Mind

O my mind, Worship the lotus feet of the Indestructible One! Whatever thou seest twixt earth and sky Will perish. Why undertake fasts and pilgrimages? Why engage in philosophical discussions? Why commit suicide in Banaras? Take no pride in the body, It will soon be mingling with the dust. This life is like the sporting of sparrows,

A Basis For Philosophy

What is basis for philosophy to usher? How does it gain ground and prosper? How other intelligent person can be influenced? How one’s own self can be forgotten or reduced? These are unanswered questions and has no solution You may be right in assertion with quick resolution I helps to analyze the real situation and help the an kind New ways are there but you must have vision to find

! A Poets Life

One word falls as another rises to the surface of my mind, together they create the start of what life means to me. Each day I hope for more, Each day I return to source. That mystical place, a well of metaphors, a

Don Juan: Canto The Third

Hail, Muse! et cetera.--We left Juan sleeping, Pillow'd upon a fair and happy breast, And watch'd by eyes that never yet knew weeping, And loved by a young heart, too deeply blest To feel the poison through her spirit creeping, Or know who rested there, a foe to rest, Had soil'd the current of her sinless years, And turn'd her pure heart's purest blood to tears! Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours

To My Good Friend, Tom Billsborough

. I miss you, my good friend, Tom. The world I live in is diminished by losing you and your brilliant mind. I miss how you played in the classics understanding their depth and heights and then you would turn around

Review Letter To Valsa George On World Poetry Day

Respected poetess madam Legend Star (किंवदंती सितारा)Valsa George [Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review published on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019] You will be happy to know that I have picked up your poem titled, "Lulling Symphony, ' and comprehensively line by line reviewed it on date 22nd February 2019. This is posted below your poem in many comments. The complete review I am attaching here for your future reference.

++unknown Color+

I'm like a painter seeking her color, Or like a singer seeking her voice, Or like a philosopher seeking herself... Neither like, nor unlike a painting, is this color A new dream between ultraviolet and infrared? Neither like, nor unlike a song, is this color A pulse of an upbeat dance groove? Neither like, nor unlike a philosophical idea, is this color A fusion of the individualities between The human beings and The Lord?

Review Letter To Sylvia Frances Chan On World Poetry Day

Respected poetess Madam Wonder Jasmine Sylvia Frances Chan [Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review published on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019] You will be happy to know that I have read your poem titled, "For Peace of Mind, " and reviewed this line by line comprehensively on date 23 February 2019 and posted several comments below the poem. The whole review I am attaching below here for your future reference.

Troilus And Criseyde: Book 05

Incipit Liber Quintus. Aprochen gan the fatal destinee That Ioves hath in disposicioun, And to yow, angry Parcas, sustren three, Committeth, to don execucioun; For which Criseyde moste out of the toun, And Troilus shal dwelle forth in pyne Til Lachesis his threed no lenger twyne. --

Ode To Poetry.

This floating clouds on the wind above And flowing river from the stream of the mount When passing thoughts settles in mind It makes us restless to write. You don't put efforts to flush out mind The words flow seamlessly and settle down And then you ponder how it happened? You have no control nor its yours It goes into the hands of readers. Many topics feature at work,

Tribute In Twenty Thousand Comments

Oh dear fellow poets of Poem Hunter, Having poetic journey with you here, I have read many thousands of poems, Many, many poems I have overlooked. Travelling in a tender path of joy, Tribute I give to you all in affection, Commenting in your poems with pleasure, I have treasured memories you have shared.

On Life - Some Philosophical Thoughts.

As I walk through life alone, I wonder What you must be thinking about me, My LIFE...That, am I trying to escape, Or to take you for granted? Many tried these futile things, No one ever succeeded. All in the end, repented. As if they were mindless.

Review Letter To Tirupathi Chandrupatla On World Poetry Day

Respected poet sir Devotional Gratitude (भक्ति कृतज्ञता)Tirupathi Chandrupatla Ji You will be happy to know that I have picked up your poem titled, "With Great Splendor, " and comprehensively line by line reviewed it on date 23 February 2019. This is posted below your poem in many comments. The complete review I am attaching here for your future reference. Yours sincerely, Kumarmani Mahakul Review From the Desk of KUMARMANI MAHAKUL............ODISHA, INDIA Date: 23 February 2019

The Philosophical Egotist

Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the love Which warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart above-- Wandering from arm to arm, until the call of passion wakes, And glimmering on the conscious eye--the world in glory breaks? And hast thou seen the mother there her anxious vigil keep? Buying with love that never sleeps the darling's happy sleep? With her own life she fans and feeds that weak life's trembling rays, And with the sweetness of the care, the care itself repays.