Why Pain is so Painful
( To Pain from the Pained)
It is dark, dusty
The curtains fill darkness in my room
Tension and heat , sweeps down the entire body
Like Maleficent throwing the prick of her painful loom.
Broken glasses,
not a proof of a broken heart
the split skin which my sweat caresses
the preposterous prickle of a painful part
Things I can tell none
Because of doing such
I cannot claim that things are done.
Knitting the remaining parts of my broken skin’s jigsaw
Envisaging balance but sitting on a one-sided seesaw …
Tis difficult
Understanding the pain of others
You freeze, come to a halt
Adding ice on your so called “strong shoulders”.
Reach out and listen
to those hushed silences in pain
be humane enough
to not let their torture and cries go in vain.
Just be there from the start
lend them your ears,
or even hands of hope.
Crisis of the mind
pains everybody and heart
Pay great attention to this painful part
Because this and only this is the way
by which
Our sanity and peace can be prevented from being pulled apart.
