The Smoke In Fire. Poem by Minakshi Dinger

Grief is an invaluable treasure,
Which we can not measure.

Grief is the true friend,
Which never leaves our hand.
Joy comes in our life with noisy band,
And soon slips away just like sand.

Grief comes in our life just like a passion,
And builds in our hearts a beautiful mansion.

Joy comes in our life every moment,
But leaves its no effect or sign
Grief comes in our life for a moment,
But its effect is divine.

Everybody wants prosperity,
But talents bloom in adversity.

The waves of sea dash against the towers,
And break into innumerable showers.
So as emotion dash against the heart and cries,
Then unknowingly tears come out of the eyes.