If I am not so rich in having lots of joy and fun
Then I must be rich as I have in plenty
Sorrow and grief
Let them come
I fear not as I have made them friends
And living amicably for long
If I do not have delight
Then, what is that to life
I have enough light of sorrow
Any layers of darkness to pierce through.
With the help of their weight
I dive into an un-fathomable deep
And challenge the sun rays
When I fly on their golden wings
If I have no joy
Then, what is that to life
As I make a feast out of sorrow and grief which
I have in abundance to enjoy,
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Sorrow and grief are more abundant like ocean and joy and delight are like land. Beautifully presented. Thank you.