Pain is art .
The emotions it takes apart.
Pain is the inspiration
an anemy to happiness but filled with acclimation
Pain is the thief ,that comes between couples too ,
So is family at the hands of a tycoon .
Pain is fairless ,yet painful.
Pain is lifeless ,and dauntful .
It came in the lives of my fore ones whilst feasting and west ,
Grabbed each by the legs and left them mumbling the worst .
It is what made you sob ,
And yet strong .
Pain has left you and I parentless,
So are the faces you see helpless .
Pain is the enemy ,
The he who comes not knocking ,
While you are the edge of seventh heaven .
He is not scared ,but can surely turn you a Raiven
I am Me and I'm the poet
I am the paper ophan
I am the letters ,bold
Inspired ,streched up from grieve
And I am the victim of pain
Categories:
fairless, art, inspirational, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Challenge as, the pandemic to mankind
Challenges man; who opted cruel to kind
Our days are in the lock down
Our days never lie in clock down
Forced to practice social distancing
Since we encouraged mental distancing
Panic was not about being careless
Our routine was being Fairless
Were running behind money as honey
Were cunning making values as funny
Time to sink in the truthful divine
Time to think our self refine
Stubborn to live disciplined, the best immune
Stubborn to love globally, the best immune
Care well for people across borders
Farewell for pandemic across borders
Categories:
fairless, poems,
Form: Free verse