SORROW

Once a lay-man said,
Adversities are crunchier than bread;
It's tough to swallow though,
But, it is a necessary foe;
A foe that's ruthless, a red chilly ant,
A monster, who wears no pant;
A leach that makes a furrow,
A hormone that secretes sorrow;
You might have heard philosophers say...
Adversities are spicier than the Bengal Bay;
I being among those who are tired of it,
They say, 'Boy! You have just tasted a bit';
Oh! God, You know, the Truth knows,
Then why are... r u... among those?