On Woe And Bliss Poem by vittal vandavasu
On Woe And Bliss
Should I think of woe as bad
I must be esteemed to call myself mad
Because I'm a monument to seasoned by the sad
Beauty lies because of the strife I had
Inside there isn't much as a scratch
I would have opened the latch
Joy would have given me wild elation
The most unnecessary thing for my emotion
It is but merely a health potion,
Something just to shape m motion
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