Mrs. Brinda. D
It is a rude fact and truth
All endures pain, old or youth
Life is not a bed of roses
Not to cake walk for boys and girls
Receive strong stone hailing for many reasons
Specially for doing good in all seasons
Troubles grow like thorns
Problems repeat like waves
Never ending tear, we shed
On cute little pillow and on bed
Overcoming trials is not a joke
Patience and endurance are all we take
Like a ball or boomerang, bounce back
Like Phoenix bird rise and quack
Like an arrow go back and shoot ahead
Because nobody gets through life without hatred
Mrs. Brinda. D
CREATIVE WRITERS
GRADUATE TEACHER,
GOVT HIGH SCHOOL,
MELPATTAMPAKKAM
CUDDALORE,
Tamilnadu ,India
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