Life Is Not A Bed Of Roses Poem by Mohammad Younus

If the skies above were always clear and cloudless,
So would our hearts be too without sorrow and melancholy!
Then our garden of love would bloom...
...with beautiful, many-hued flowers of paradise;
Our heart, soul, and mind would be as white as the snow...
...falling in blossom-like flakes in our garden of love;
The heavenly song of horis would be the melody...
...to be heard by us all through the time;
The divinely words for us would be as sweet as honey...
...flowing in the honey streams of paradise;
We would have no need for doctors and medicines...
...to heal our maladies;
We would live a peaceful and pleasant life on earth!
But, this life is never a bed of roses without prickly thorns;
Because this world of ours is like a wasteland...
...where poisonous thorny bushes grow.
While passing through this world...
...we have to be careful and cautious.

MyKoul