Problems Poem by Vinod Vijayakumar

Right from the birth of every man,
Right from every dawn to dawn,
Circumstances start to play around,
and inconveniences takeoff to pound.

Many say only kids are problem free,
but in truth its not the way i see,
Aged can take handle and give it a try,
while all that can a kid do is only to cry.

Problems, some we take,
and some only we make,
we fight it and our ache,
for time to change it fake.

Problems, some are bruising,
Some are so very accusing,
some come so very abusing,
yet without them life's worth losing.

Problems, they come in all directions,
with assorted shape and level of projections.
Neither can we object nor can we deny,
Its but for us to stand and defy.

Problems, they start off with a smile,
but turn into wicked laughter after a while.
As long as we keep them near and near,
they grow out like a forest fire.

Everyman is very much aware,
that problems do always stare.
One who listens to his mind,
shall make the problems totally blind.

The father looks from above high,
and watches all those who cry and who sigh.
if he will take us to it, be sure
he will also take us through it.