It's Strife That Life Is Rife Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Allures of lotus if from loam arise,
From scorching heat come cool showers as rain,
If every joy springs forth from pits of pain,
Sorrows and strife are sent to us to size.
Charm there's, nor venture in life sans challenge,
If road ahead nigh straight and smooth is laid,
If life ever shines bright hues of orange,
Bewitching if comes all beauties as maid,
If beds of rose are laid in life, no plight,
If thorns on rose plants are damned to exile,
Black ever banished if life's always bright,
All pleasure-no pain would make life sterile.
Crib not O Mind, if problems keep cropping,
Thank fate if strife whets dull will from rusting.
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Sonnets | 03.04.11 |