Beware, pain is mostly handpicked


The sacred, joyous pain

The pain coming out of the protective immovable closet,
that stores your total perception of life,
exposing your heart to the pitiless asian sun,
Inflicting help, strives against your nerves in a knock-off attempt,

Unaware of the fact that the faith won't fail to pod,
under this scorching and blinding sun,
for, the ripening reuires one to know pain,
and, sun is must for the produce to yield and sustain,

The "Farmer" knows tossing and turning inside your heart,
and helps you befriend those hostile weathers for a newer start,
so you welcome that sickening and burning pain as a handy gain,
and feel the tranquility in the coldest, disintegrating pain,

Eyeing the diurnal miracles of this mortal life,
helps one see pain as marvellously astounding;
so much so that it leaves rejoicing bashful,
so, dont mind the pain on the rise of gamble..!




Poetry by sadaf
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Written on 2021-01-08 at 08:20

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