Even Gods Bore Pain

They say aloud — "We suffer pain!"
But tell me, who has lived so plain?
Forget the humans, pause and see —
Even Gods bore agony.

Lord Ram, the righteous, pure and just,
Was crowned, then banished in mistrust.
A mother’s love turned cold and blind,
No father’s hand was left to find.
Fourteen years through woods he roamed,
Lost his throne, and love disowned.
Yet not once did Ram complain —
"I suffer pain, I suffer pain."

They say aloud — "We suffer pain!"
But tell me, who has lived so plain?
Forget the humans, pause and see —
Even Gods bore agony.

A cowherd boy, young Krishna bold,
Held mountains high, as legends told.
Radha gone, his kin all lost,
His legacy came at a cost.
The Gita’s words, the war he won,
Still pierced by arrows, came undone.
But never once did Shyam exclaim —
"I suffer pain, I suffer pain."

They say aloud — "We suffer pain!"
But tell me, who has lived so plain?
Forget the humans, pause and see —
Even Gods bore agony.

You say, “But Gods can do it all!”
Yet they were born, so human, small.
They walked our path, they bore our strife,
With karma shaping all their life.
“Do your duty, don’t seek the prize,”
Spoke Krishna, wise with godly eyes.
Joy and sorrow, night and day,
Both will come, and both will sway.

So walk with grace through sun and rain,
Do good to all, ignore the gain.
Ram struck down Bali, fierce and fast,
Still bore its fruit through ages vast.
Even Gods, by fate were chained,
None from karma has abstained.
So ask yourself — are you so pure,
That fate won’t knock upon your door?

They say aloud — "We suffer pain!"
But tell me, who has lived so plain?
Forget the humans, pause and see —
Even Gods bore agony.