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Saturday, 11 July 2026

The Price of Every Path

The Price of Every Path


This reflective poem explores the enduring law that every action carries its consequence, every gain demands effort, and every path has its price. Moving through justice, responsibility, inner unrest, and perseverance, it reminds the reader that life does not leave debts unpaid. In the balance between action and result, suffering and growth, one discovers both the cost and the nobility of becoming.

Everything in life has a price; every gain demands its due.
No exchange is left unpaid; life balances its books with you.

Daily life unfolds in subtle words, in deeds, and in silent intent.
Opinions harden into forms, yet miss truth’s fuller extent.
We may compel outward agreement, but hearts resist such art.
Only time and understanding can reshape the inward heart.

Inner intricacies keep rippling, even through conflict and role.
Each person’s view is coloured by the journey of the soul.
Lessons left unlearned return again, blurring self from truth.
Life’s mirror reflects delusion still, in age as well as youth.

Actions travel outward always; their effects are never erased.
Sleepless nights reveal unrest, and the body feels displaced.
A loan once taken, a word once spoken—each is due in time.
“As you sow, so shall you reap” remains life’s oldest rhyme.

Rebukes invite their echoes, and anger lingers in the air.
Even the tiny ripple spreads, maybe its source seems slight & rare.
The body may show no visible scar, yet the spirit quietly aches.
Knowing the seeds we plant determines what our future holds.

Injustice rises when might suppresses those who lack all power.
The strong may justify their acts and call tyranny their own hour.
Yet wisdom still discerns the right, despite confusion, fear, or strain.
For even might must bow to justice when the tide turns once again.

Unseen forces, like silent storms, erode the being from within.
A disease appears, but late, though long its roots have quietly been.
So too do hidden flaws consume, leaving subtle damage behind.
Awareness and vigilance remain the anchors of a steadier mind.

Energy is like unseen rivers, carving channels through time & space.
Actions echo across the years and shape the spirit’s dwelling place.
Priorities ask for discipline, and results arise from ordered effort.
Trust grows through honest work, and labour ripens into worth.

Whatever you desire, be ready to pay life’s measured fee.
Heights may call, but striving alone can help the spirit see.
Great Life honours persistence, courage, humility, & grace.

In the balance of cost and effort, true nobility finds its place.


Moral : Every path asks its price, and life yields its deepest rewards only to those who are willing to bear the cost with honesty, effort, and humility.

 

Pawan Kumar,

11th July, 2026, Saturday, 3:42 P.M.

From my Diary, 19th December 2019, Thursday, 9:31 A.M.

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