Dr John Celes (14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)
Sonnet: Woes Anew Will Come
Just when I thought my troubles were over,
Problems afresh poured like torrential rain;
I had to go to God for fresh cover;
The devils realigned themselves again!
I’m sure to win again in shorter time;
The devils cannot win the game at all;
I know the terrain where I tread and clime;
God helps me stand up if ever I fall.
My faith in God is like a mighty rock!
My tolerance to problems is quite high;
My rocket with its mother-ship will dock;
Undauntedly, I fight for success nigh.
My newer troubles will be over soon!
The experience will soon become my boon.
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