Weeding the thorns,
Sorting the stones
Tilling the soil,
Sowing in tears.
Not in vain,
But to gain,
Planting the grains,
Waiting for the rains.
This travail,
This training,
Excruciating,
Soul draining.
Not expected,
But suspected,
Thorns in Roses,
Roses with Thorns.
Not in vain,
This pain,
It's for gain,
Gain of grains.
We harvest from the sweat of our brow, and this is actually 'gains in pain'; to be honest to ourselves and the whole humanity. Milton.
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