Gain or loss are the fruits
Of the tree of desires
They ever go in balance
And never care for criers
If wealth is gained
Peace of mind is lost
And sun of freedom
goes into biting frost
When love showers
The pain follows it
Like a tearing ghost
To give worrying fit
The love of Almighty
Is the only gain
That always benefits
In pleasure or pain
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