On the mountain, beside a rivulet a temple <br />Conveys the holy pilgrimages, but the hilly dale <br />On her rude will falls them into her rude privacy <br />And they forget the past as does a daisy. <br />Alone, into the sun they look and hail <br />If ever they be exhausted, to the temple crawl. <br /> <br />They run between life and death, but never be empty <br />In heart and mind; they struck down be, but be at lofty <br />No the reason ever shown and shout, no the reason <br />May hollow them; so least, they touch the crown. <br />The labours of days to days life seem to be fine <br />When tears turn to diamond, and the God they win. <br /> <br />The purity is a diamond that always touches a real diamond <br />Sorrow and pain of life be dispersed, if the bond <br />Between the God and men be ever high in this world <br />So, 'Great he is who has great belief in the God', forever told. <br />A man who shines in human life demands on the God's lance, <br />Shines in use when comes offence.<br /><br />Pijush Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-demand-on-the-god-s-lance/
