When there is grief- bleed then you must hide, <br />Thorns pierced on your bosom, never chide, <br />This will give you strength to move in wide, <br />Sittin' on a grief horse; enjoy, while you ride, <br /> <br />They try to weaken you; your will and voice, <br />Know this; take your own decision; the choice,<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/courage-139/
