The Irony Of Life Poem by Eiman Nizamuddin

To ease, hardship is meant to precede.

Wish! we could apply ointment on the wounds and greet
Every heart that seemed to bleed

But some ointments may worsen the wounds;
Thus, must be removed
before the ache recedes.

For we have commitments to keep
That are unceasingly deep.

Thence, some hearts are abandoned to bleed;
To find nearness of Lord as the best remedy indeed.

Assuredly, in His remembrance, do hearts find peace and the ease;
whence, the healing proceeds.