Invictus poem

                     Invictus

-By William Ernest Henley ,

Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears Jooms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate. How charged with punishments the scroll. 

I am the master of my fate: 

I am the captain of my soul.

After reading above poem I got this message  - to never lose hope no matter the circumstance, and how you control your fate and decide your future.

~Janhavi kamble