Fate of Pain
FATE OF PAIN
What shall I do with this pain?
Blooming deep within my bosom
Light it up in flames and afire
Latent joys of a life obscure?
Or quench away in heavenly flow?
A sweet drowning of senses glow
Or should it be blunted with words?
Hollow sounds to wounded ears
Or let it run like a river swift?
Cutting beneath deeper still
Until the mighty heart ruptures
From pastures to chasm dark
But, alas! I know its piteous fate
Submerged in naive smiles it stays
Tendered by the daily aches
Until one night the reaper comes
And release the muse from its deadly sneer.
Copyright © Aloke Jain | Year Posted 2017
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