The fortunate are not lucky
Every horror that you went through
Will be the armour of experience,
Which will lend you enough confidence
With which you face the future at ease.
The fortunate are more vulnerable
And the unfortunate, less susceptible,
To the stress they are subjected to.
The cactus is seasoned for draught.
.25.12.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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