Lead the Pain
tears rolled down the cheeks,
he snivelled his running nose,
he threw his arms all around,
he shieked,shouted and cried,
he did everything to get away,
he flapped his fists everywhere,
and fought with those,
holding him tight,
he did not know the pain,
that was coming was just right,
and like rotten carrion,
had to be sliced away,
truncated and well,
sense grew and prevailed,
and now he is the one holding,
"others" tight so that,
sense could prevail once again.
Copyright © Shishir Gupta | Year Posted 2005
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