FRUITS OF ADVERSITY: a sonnet

FRUITS OF ADVERSITY: a sonnet


Where one has got everything one may need
And one need not labour to earn one’s bread;
Where, to work, one does not have to pay heed,
Where comforts are, for all, so freely spread;

That may be the place where someone may like
To live quite happily throughout his life.
But then in the mind this thought does strike,
Life is not worth without its stress and strife?’

It’s stress and want that make us work and get
Something that lessens our difficulties.
It’s only when we miss something and fret
That we put to use all our faculties.

The fruits of adversity are, yes, sweet.
Life is worthless if with comforts replete.


M C Gupta
18 March 2010