Failures.
May be the pillars of success
The prelude to glory
The storm before rain
But for all they are
All they give and all they cause
An incessant and torturous pain
Pain.
Might be the test of strength
An exercise of endurance
A check of belief
But for all its values
All it torments and all it pursues
Is an indefinable and unbearable grief
Grief.
Could be the times of testing
A reason of sharing
An occasion to remember the divine
But for all its reasons
All it evokes and all it provokes
Is the flow of waters saline
If for all the good things that I treasure
I get them all in equal measures
(Fear-pain and grief)
Why be I right? Why be I good?
Why shall I seek righteousness
and why not pleasure?
