If past pain is pleasure,
And past pleasure is pain
Let's show the crop for tomorrow
Let future gather and gain.
Let’s work, and work so hard,
That sweat and blood may flow
Let's look, and search for pain
Let’s think and let us know
It is we who made our past
It is we who always give
A sense of pain, or pleasure
The way we like, we live.
Then, why make the pleasure
A thing of past, and lost?
And, why lose pain?
It is there, and at no cost.
The Room on Top
‘There is room on top’- they say,
It is high and far away
But, sure, it waits for you
Yes; you- if you can do.
What it likes for coming there?
Some sense of duty and care
If sweat and blood can flow
The place is near- I know.
You get up and walk and run
You will find that troubles often
The higher and higher you go
The more and more you know
That- that's the real place
For those who win the race.
And what's life without winning ?
It’s sinning; yes, sinning.
Make Hay
You may not need the hay,
But this is what they say
Whenever the sun is shining
Your fate has silver lining
You go and make the hay
You will be happy and gay
You sell the hay for money
You get the bread and honey
You eat and play and run
Whatever you do is fun
What sages say is true
It may change the form and hue and
you
They say when sun does shine
The making of hay is fine
No Delays
If it must be done today,
Why leave it till tomorrow?
Why waste the time you have?
Why pay and buy the sorrow?
You may not know it now
But time will surely tell
The time you waste is kernel
The pleasure you get is shell
So wait and wait and wait
Some move and go to top
Some till and turn the sorrow
It is they who gets the crop
You think and then decide
The life you want to live,
You want to gain and get
Or wish to lose and give,
I pray- you live the life
That shines from top of hills
You do your work on time
You prove, that you have skills.
Waves of Goodness
When the heart is moved to do some
good,
You let this good be done
For, if the wave have come and gone
This credit may never be worn
It's none but angels who make the
move
And tell what good we can
Such moves are surely grace of God
Let this be known to every man
For, good it is we ought to do
And make the world a better place
To live and let them live in peace
This right becomes to every race
If good and bad they haven't to
wait
And tell us which is more
It is bad that should shun and
leave
It is good that we should adore.