Losses and Gains
Lesser is the lost
Gains are greater
Death is a boon and
curse is our birth
Palace is the jail and
Heaven is our hut
Safer is our rags and
silk materials are risky
Weeping is good,
Worst is our laugh
Prayer is the way
Deadend is our pride
Gardens and deserts are here
Choose to your mind
May be it a garden or
may be it your desert
Garden may become desert and
Desert may become a garden
Changes will not change as our
Father’slove
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