Poem: Patience

Condition: Trails and Tribulations

Response: Patience

Probably astronomy is to blame
Our stars are on the flame
Horrified by the fault in our stars
Even tea-leaf-readers threw out
leaves and the jars

Don’t be silly, nothing is willy-nilly
You see that bright star?
Even it is at the mercy of a dark and wicked tsar\ Night with all its might, makes the star bright
No wonder, its brightness is blessing of inevitable plight

Mary was a women, pious and chaste
Why do you think, her suffering was a waste?
Daughters of eve find relief, comparing their sorrow with her grief
No wonder, Quran honor her as a women of highest belief