Unhappiness Poem by Kali Kaivalya

In life, imbalance reigns within,
Between nature's way and man's false spin.
The wise say life is mostly pain,
Just fleeting joy in endless rain.

Our souls, they yearn for boundless peace,
Yet suffering holds and won't release.
But through the storm, we stand and grow,
And find a strength we didn't know.

For struggle carves a hidden grace,
And dormant gifts begin to trace
A path of progress, bold and true,
Where happiness, long-lasting, grew.

For joy is not what meets the eye,
But deep within, where heartbeats lie—
A simple task, a sense of pride,
With elation blooming from inside.

First, we must dream, with vision bright,
And act with will, with inner light.
Without this fire, we cannot strive
For progress that keeps joy alive.

Desire and ignorance sow our pain,
Yet turning from it is in vain.
To heal, we must face what we dread,
And mend the wounds that leave us bled.

Distracting games may ease the sting,
But only peace within will bring
A balm for sorrow's endless weight—
So, face the hurt, and shift your fate.

For life is suffering, we know,
From birth to death, through endless woe.
Yet in our pain, a strength takes root,
And through it all, we find our truth.

Born in pain, we leave the same,
A fleeting spark, an endless flame.
All things perish, all things end,
Yet through it all, our souls transcend.
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