By Maya Green
Like the day being hidden by the night
That which is hidden is well hid in the secret of secrets
As selflessness is unseen in all the selfishness
That which is loving can only shine when hate’s darkness is gone
Like one is surely lost when the way is not known
The truth can be seen
Only when ignorance leaves by the front door
Like the incessant rain in a bad monsoon month
The persistent pain will dog
And keep barking at the dry and uncaring heart
Like the receding flood bringing relief to the sufferers
Happiness emerges after a period of hardness and trial
Dateline:
First composed March 12, 2017
Reviewed and updated March 12, 2024
Shah Alam, Selangor DE
