There's No Easy Way Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Be it a scorching red hot sun,
Or winter's frosty cold,
Or under pouring monsoon heaven,
A tree stands firm and bold.

Be it a stubborn chunk of stone,
Or a precipitate sudden fall,
Or blocking her way a hilly wall,
A river finds a way her own.

It is only the human mind
That an easy way would find—
Or fall to a dilemma grey,
But there's no easy way.

Man suffers during birth,
In death much as in life,
Nary a lesson he learns still—
That strife in life be the way rife.
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Reflections | 23.02.2019 |