“All are happy”
The man was thinking
“Everyone is zappy
I am the one sinking.
Why am I set, Oh! God
For this weariness and pain?
All are without trouble let
Away from any strain! ”
God held his hand and lead him
To a man in contemplation, deep
Who was sitting, sadly grim
And let him, into his heart, peep.
The man was scheming full
To murder his wife
Who was to him unfaithful
And quell the rife.
God then lead him to the doorsill
Of a handsome boy planning
Suicide – himself to kill
With his love withering.
The man best understood
All were in more suffering
He was the one to brood
Now he is happy and veering.
There is always someone worse off than ourselves. Wise write.
Man is helplessly held up here and needs to be constantly elevated in thoughts. This poem is a great April gift from you..
We often think that our problems are the most acute problems in the world and by thinking so they assume alarming proportionsand we fall into self pity! But if we care to look around and see how others pass through greater traumas, we are made to think that our position is much better and we feel relieved. The grass that looks greener on the other side is never so. This poem is indeed an eye opener! ! Loved it! !
What a nice poem! Very well written. Every one has own worries and problems. We tend not to show. We will live happier if we realise we are not along having problems and if we kee counting our blessings. Thought provoking. Very good write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If I could keep on writing and moving by the time I am of your age I will know God is holding my hand. Beautiful poem.