No Paradise Would Be There Without Pain! ! ! ! Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN

Life is like an ever flowing river;
Never shiver standing on its shores,
Thou' there might have many sores
Keep hope even in just a small sliver.

Ripples of pain may spread across
To touch your lofty ridge of belief-
Without gifting you a sigh of relief
But you only have to bear your cross.

Dreams, as the birds of passage,
Cageless, might sting your skies;
Sans a ray of hope in your eyes
Fledge your wings at any stage.

The virtue of life here is being easy to live
No paradise would be there without pain!
Tears and smiles would be coming again-
As long as your heart remains here alive!