See The Occult Blessing In Every Curse Poem by Venkateswaran Krishnan Sreenivasan

Our life’s choices are indeed narrow
Every morrow carries some sorrow
Bitter but blended with honeyed marrow
Of joy; Pine not on the sweet laced arrow.

Born without sight, many could not gaze
At their mother’s or mother nature’s face;
A Helen Keller’s resolve won the race
Against odds and the whole world’s praise

Affluence attracts humans, like honey the flies,
Who vanish like thin air as the fortune flies
Penury is a curse not much worse
Than wealth but a great teacher of resource

Success or defeat, complete the feat
Failure shouldn’t force you not to compete
Nor victories prod a jubilant fleet
Many great men and women had their defeat

Health is the offspring of nature and nurture
It is a god given blessing and sickness a torture
To be borne by man with a culture
Of broad vision and humble nature

Birth and death are the sequence of life
Every earthly creature born must die
To be reborn in new apparel
With the soul intact as our scriptures tell.

Mutual love and trust, hallmark of our race
Help us to keep our face as misfortunes chase
Gratitude to God keeps unbroken our woven lace
Of friendship, solicitude and divine grace

Profit and loss are worth only a gloss
Taste your bread sometimes sans sauce
Things going awry, take a little pause
And pray to the Lord to banish the cause

Your sorrows learn to bear with calm
Your joys with others to share without qualm
The blackest cloud a tinge of sun doth show
Rain or sun, face with equal glow.