On The Way Of Life Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I have no battle to fight
Nor victories or defeats,
Anger or frustrations to collect.
No wrong to vindicate.
These, like birds of ill omen
Have long left.
I write not of hatred
Nor of recriminations for those hands
That abuse the love and friendship
I shower;
For I expect nothing from anyone.
Whatever happens, happens for the best.
I only seek to know who sustains this place,
For I often wonder how thoroughly familiar
He is with the most hidden secrets of my heart.
And when I least expect,
Like subtle whiffs of light,
Flitting across dark and starless nights,
Replies to inveterate worries surface.
They say some fruits of life are bitter
And some are sweet.
There is logic here, and wisdom.
If everything were good
Then the boredom would be too much.
I need challenge and motivation.
If we were all prophets,
Who would teach who?
If all the lakes were oceans,
Where would the land be?
On the way of life
There are soft tufts and straggly stones.
I get bored always treading on soft tufts.
Now and then I need hard ground,
To know, not only what I can endure
But also what he, who made it all,
Wants of me.