Indefatigable in her task
Carrying her baby on the back
A lactating mother often embark
On fanning the ember
Into a spark.
On the stove before
She puts a dish,
Assuming all glittering is
Worthwhile to relish,
Her child may wish,
Over her shoulder
Stretching his hand
To grab the red-hot charcoal,
Mistaking it for a lovely ball!
Thus he wails
When forced
His Pandora-box wish,
To relinquish!
So also when checked
Unhampered not to surge ahead
To victory's door
We aspired for,
We must not blame God
For He might be
Shielding us from
A misfortune the future
Hold in store,
Or a pitfall untold
Down the road!
God could be never wrong
Firm in belief all along
The rocky journey life-long
We have to praise Him
With a gracious song!
When we get
Or not get for what we long
Also know we must
God has his own
Timetable—
Say to surprise us
With a windfall apple
Or to make
The single a couple!
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