Life, Great Art Thee Poem by Kinshuk Banik

I misunderstood Thy words, life.
To Thy advice stayed I deaf,
Until, of mercy, fell the last leaf,
I started Thy eternal strife.
Pierced me Thy dagger and knife,
Found I myself in Thy rustic cliff,
Nerves paralysed and muscles stiff.
Of Thy mirth myself I did deprive.
But Thy solitude made me stable
And Thy disgrace let me know
My wrongs, and now I am able
With new heart and spirit to go.
Thy slaps make me capable
When Thou my faults dost show.