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



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



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?


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