Much before spring
when the dry leaves fall
the bare brown branches
gave me a call....

And filled with pity
when I expressed my grief
they just went on to praise
the test of the CHIEF...

They said, life's like your school
divided into classes
where, who goes by the Teacher
is the one who passes....


And when the springs began
they called me once again
to show me that it's good
to be faithful in pain...

Now I had understood
that GOD is not so rude
but at times HE intends
to test our servitude....

prashant shaurya

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