JOY IN PAIN

The time on our wrist,

Is always ahead from us

What’s going behind the mist!

Is all what we discuss.

Looking out of window,

We see the vacant chairs,

Seems lonely being kept alone,

Having nothing they could show.

Many are kept inside,

They feel they are lucky,

They feel it’s a pride

Still many are kept aside.

Being aside still they say,

They might get a chance

Others are still filled with gay

“The unnecessary glance”

God is always so magnanimous,

Has treated us all the same

“WE” must compare us with the chairs,

We’ll find the JOY IN PAIN.