What is the meaning of pain if it teaches you nothing ,
What is the value of Joy - not more than a farthing.
No one has grown through sheer laughter
But the world has seen tears making men loftier
It is strange how we undermine the importance of tragedies : big or small.
However comedies are remembered : no matter how short or tall.
The butterfly felt searing pain when out of the pupa it burst,
How else would the caterpillar become pretty in the harsh world it was thrust !
The phoenix felt excruciating pain and possibly cried out loud ,
But once out of the ashes , not afraid of even the darkest cloud .
Trust your bad moments , they are not here to stay ,
But they will teach you something , so you will never stray.
Trust your heartbreaks and the miserable burns ,
How else would you acclimatise to wrong sharp turns ?
Would the silver lining stand apart ,
If the dark cloud did not play a part !
Would the sunshine be as bright ,
If we never ever saw a night !
Would the God above be worshipped and loved as much ,
If the Dark One did not take away all your support and crutch ?
Every thing has a role and purpose to play ,
Hard to believe when it happens : but including the black and the grey.
So learn while it lasts ,
Perhaps its a dying teacher's last class.
