STRUGGLES

A part of life they are,
A vital ingredient of our existence,
Always they juggle us, and better they never cease to make us,
More reasonable, our mental struggles make us,
Out of us, experience, the physical struggles bring,
And more disciplined, they make us,

At different points everyone struggles,
The leader and the led,
The pulpit and the pew,
The bar and the bench,
More so, mental, emotional, social, financial or physical, these struggles may be,

Like puzzles they are,
And each day we live anticipating an answer, in the form of an end,
Out of struggles, we even struggle to get,
What a paradox!
A mother, the mother struggles to be,
And so does the father,
Theirselves, children struggle to be,
To see the new world, the fetus struggles,
To be a woman, and a wife, the girl struggles,
And so does the boy,
To be a man and a husband,
To be a graduate, the student struggles,
A guru, the teacher struggles to be,
A master the servant struggles to be,
Even life itself struggles to be lived,
What a paradox!

At dawn, struggles begin and continue till dusk,
From sunrise to sunset,
They are ever present,
At birth , they start up and end at death,
At last, there is a place void of struggles-the grave!