Why The 'Ups' And 'Downs'

Life doesn’t rest on bed of roses But it goes on in between thorns, Like a traveller going up and down Before reaching his final destination. Down the current it’s easy to swim, But it’s not so up the stream, So also, when going up the mountain And not so while coming down. First gold is melted in fire, Beaten and pulled as a wire Twisted and cut into pieces Before making fine ornaments. If one continuously eats, One by one, variety of sweets At one stage, the tongue Craves for a salty thing. A man walking in the hot Sun Will only come to know then What’s the value of shade, For which the trees are made. In the best of God’s intentions, In all His wonderful creations, These “Ups” and “Downs” came To constantly remember His name.