Much before spring <br />when the dry leaves fall <br />the bare brown branches <br />gave me a call.... <br /> <br />And filled with pity <br />when I expressed my grief <br />they just went on to praise <br />the test of the CHIEF... <br /> <br />They said, life's like your school <br />divided into classes <br />where, who goes by the Teacher <br />is the one who passes.... <br /> <br /> <br />And when the springs began <br />they called me once again <br />to show me that it's good <br />to be faithful in pain... <br /> <br />Now I had understood <br />that GOD is not so rude <br />but at times HE intends <br />to test our servitude....<br /><br />prashant shaurya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-test-of-the-chief/
