Sonnet: Sufferings Make Us Stronger

If Life gets spent with troubles few and rare, Susceptible, becomes the mind and weak; When woes come back, man goes into despair, And like a Lamb, innocent, he is meek. When man has never felt the slightest pain, The threshold falls to low levels with time; A little touch appears painful again! 'Tis pain to ears that hear the bells just chime. When troubles come, the heart and mind turn strong; And suff'rings make one feel life's joys better; Sometimes, it happens, we go in the wrong; Avoiding struggles is the worst fetter. One can't spend life in dreams often for long; Nevertheless, laugh, smile, whistle a song.