There ain’t a singing without a song, there ain’t a ringing without a bell.
There ain’t a seeing without a sight, there ain’t a hearing without a thought.
There ain’t a believing without a belief, there ain’t a suffering without a grief.
There ain’t a knowing without a truth, there ain’t a walking without a path.
There ain’t a growing without a seed, there ain’t a needing without a greed.
There ain’t a blessing without a gift, there ain’t a rowing without a shaft.
There ain’t a loving till you give it away; there ain’t defeating till you ‘give it’ away.
There ain’t thinking until doing there ain’t reading until writing there ain’t receiving until giving.
There ain’t a rising without a fall. There ain’t a burning without a blow.
There ain’t a beginning without an idea. There ain’t a living without a life.
Note: The above lines are inspired by an essay topic for a competition on which I couldn't attempt to write, at that point of time but somehow the words still echo in my mind and induced me to phrase it now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem