The burden of the drops of pearly dew
In the invisible basket of the night breeze
The resplendent colourful burden of the rainbow
Looming on the azure bosom of the lofty heavens
The rejuvenating load of raindrops in the womb
Of the dark sailing strands of pregnant growling clouds
The burden of nectar in the stinging lips
Of the industrious honey-bee
The burden of fragrance on the breath
Of the blooming rosebuds in the meadows
The burden of golden sunlight on the face
Of the blossoming morning sky at dawn
The precious, unsullied burden of incandescent pearl
In the uterus of the oyster in the ocean’s depths
The burden of the diamond like stars
That sparkle on the breast of the ebon satin night
The burden of music on the feet
Of a dancing, rippling cascade flowing downhill
The burden of aureate pollens on the soles
Of the flirtatious, humming moth
Are unfelt and light, tinged with insignificance
So if they can bear such load indifferently
With nonchallant delight and no complaints
Then what is the burden of a few calamities
On the chest of human existence?