Sorrow

It starts with fragments of pain Like tiny pins being pushed into the heart The heart thinking he could take the pains; ignored But this pain is like no other, so he cried Crying out to the whole body to take it away The body tries but the pins are like colony of ants Tiny but lethal and infectious in unity The heart skipped and is out manoeuvred by pain Jerking in rebellion with all its strength Too late! Pain has invited guilt, with guilt- regrets Now a trio, their strength is stronger than body The heart defeated, betrayed and battered, beats in his fastest succession And eye tears for the chaos and confusion of the body All hail sorrow, the conqueror of man.