Treasure Island

Bireswar Halder

Grief And Pains

Let grief and pains shower on me
To cleanse all the inner stains
That divert one to a wrong path
And darken whiteness of soul.

Let grief and pains shower on me
To show a new hope in distress
And to identify true friends in need
That will inspire me to sanctify life

Let grief and pains shower on me
Perhaps it will be a boon to walk alone
And to make a man great in his life
That for a noble cause he was born

Let grief and pains shower on me
To make me bold and keep the head high
to gives courage to tackle all odds
And to make me powerful to combat them

Let grief and pains shower on me
For heightening latent creative skills
And to dedicate life to philanthropic work
Let me not fear, success is a must

Let grief and pains shower on me
To strengthen the spiritual power in life
And that's the ultimate goal of human beings
I welcome grief to purify my instincts.

Submitted: Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, July 15, 2014

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  • Sankar Sehanabis (7/16/2014 1:19:00 AM)

    True friends always show the right way and sanctify our life. Dedicating life to philanthropic work purifies our instinct. Nice poem. (Report) Reply

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