flying a kite with his father. He was excited to watch the kite soar high and asked his father, “What kept the kite up?” Dad replied, “The String”. The boy said, “No dad, the string is holding the kite down.” The father suddenly broke the string, the kite came crashing down. Now the boy understood what was holding the kite up.
This is true in life as well. We are advised to follow a set of rules or a UNIT- PROSE prescribed code of conduct to enable us to reach our full potential. However, very often we hear the phrase “I want to be free.” If you take the train off the track, it is free. But where would it go?
If each one of us follow our own traffic rules and drive on any side of the road what would you call it? Freedom or chaos? By observing rules we are actually gaining freedom. This is what discipline is all about.
The Drum I hate that drum’s discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round: To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields, And lures from cities and from fields, sell their liberty for charms Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms; And when Ambition’s voice commands, To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands. I hate that drum’s discordant sound, Parading round, and round, and round; To me it talks of ravag’d plains, And burning towns, and ruin’d swains, And all that Misery’s hand bestows, To fill the catalogue of human woes. UNIT- POEM 12th - - Page