Both ‘ups and downs' will make us strong in life;
Monotony of journey is all gone;
Steadfast we walk or run in even strife;
We rest at night to wake up for each dawn.
The storms of Mother Nature hit us hard;
The seasons change to make our stay so nice;
Even the common man can turn a bard;
The water drunk must liquid be, not ice!
The rich and poor are in God's eyes alike;
God sees the heart of every human soul;
The wickedness of man is God's dislike;
God judges him according to his role!
The clay is same with which the Potter moulds;
Even when cracked, all pieces God still holds!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 30-08-2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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