World Is School

This world is school,
So, here I can't be cool,
I learn in pool of hardships.

Experience is my teacher,
It is a miraculous preacher,
I respect it.

Experiences can be bitter,
but gradually get sweeter,
because it takes test first,
and lessons afterwards.

Experiences is fire,
because it burns down desire,
into ashes,
further it smashes,
the world of delusion.

It opens my eyes into reality,
I face it with vitality.

Experience taught me to be humble,
and not let life to crumble.

Reshmi Sudhakumar
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