My Ordeal Poem by DILIPBHASKER MATHRA

I never look at others who dislike
To lend help for the needy-if such help
Meant wiping the tears of anyone
Without looking at the colour of his skin
State of origin, caste or creed.
His cold look is enough to touch the heart
Of common man of heavenly sympathy.
Grief and pain are part of gracious life.
The boundary of happiness is always
Near to the path of sorrow and ordeal.
When we pass through that path will feel
The depth of distress and pain.
My heart oft wish to be a long walker
Through such paths to distinguish
The intensive disparity in adversity and suffering,
And to reckon the heritages of loneliness
Carved out from many walks of life
Of those who are living to face unexpected fate.