Seems quite an analogy if you are from Northern hemisphere and are located in the Southern Hemisphere, at this point of time in July 2016.
But, the actual reference to the title comes when the world continues to be spotted with the chicken pox of death, terror and unrest! This had been so, for many a decades, ever increasing in count and today, I realize that its getting colder every day. The humans at large are no more humane and the world skips a beat every time it starts to settle and compromise with the pain incurred.
In the words of Kipling, etched in his creation "Hymn to Physical Pain", I would like to quote-
"...Thine are the lidless eyes of night,
That stare upon our tears,
Through certain hours which in our sight,
Exceed a thousand years..."
Hope still persists, more so with the wait for the Winter Rain. When love will catch up, washing the dust at the dusk and bringing forth a fresh dawn where the spring harvest will take away the chill of the day. Till then "the Benefactor" will be benefited unless the terms of present world order is re-thought and redistributed. In another classic, that reminds us every sense that Kipling made in The Benefactor-
"...It is not learning, grace nor gear,
Nor easy meat and drink,
But bitter pinch of pain and fear,
That makes creation think.
When in this world's unpleasing youth,
Our godlike race began,
The longest arm, The sharpest tooth,
Gave man control of man..."
Its still cold a gift that the world offers... with love...
But, the actual reference to the title comes when the world continues to be spotted with the chicken pox of death, terror and unrest! This had been so, for many a decades, ever increasing in count and today, I realize that its getting colder every day. The humans at large are no more humane and the world skips a beat every time it starts to settle and compromise with the pain incurred.
In the words of Kipling, etched in his creation "Hymn to Physical Pain", I would like to quote-
"...Thine are the lidless eyes of night,
That stare upon our tears,
Through certain hours which in our sight,
Exceed a thousand years..."
Hope still persists, more so with the wait for the Winter Rain. When love will catch up, washing the dust at the dusk and bringing forth a fresh dawn where the spring harvest will take away the chill of the day. Till then "the Benefactor" will be benefited unless the terms of present world order is re-thought and redistributed. In another classic, that reminds us every sense that Kipling made in The Benefactor-
"...It is not learning, grace nor gear,
Nor easy meat and drink,
But bitter pinch of pain and fear,
That makes creation think.
When in this world's unpleasing youth,
Our godlike race began,
The longest arm, The sharpest tooth,
Gave man control of man..."
Its still cold a gift that the world offers... with love...
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