Is it that every one
Ever seeks pleasure, never pain?
Isn’t that a woman
Courts at delivery her pain,
Or that a lad stakes his life in a battle?
Isn’t that a girl
Forgoes her parental care to flee
With her boy?
Also a beggar emptying his bowl
To the one, still poorer?
Pain, embraced, leads to Joy.
Pleasure contrived, leads to peril.
Each pain is a step towards Joy
And is a yardstick to scale the Joy.
04.08.96
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