dymonds’s blog

How beautiful is the pain

Which gives us sorrow ,

The pain is a thing

Which we never borrow,

It comes to us without calling

And make us fearful ,

It makes us to cry

But sometimes it is cheerful,

Pain comes to everybody many times in thier life

And made us very hard ,

Sometimes we cry and sometimes not

But mostly when it comes to our cry start ,

How you are too much brave

Who calls you with your name ,

You make us cry,

With no profit and no gain . . .