Pain

Someone once told me, "I am penning down pain".

Pain? Bemused, I asked, "how can it be? of all the things you chose pain, are you insane?"

Only a grin, to all my bafflement and uneasiness, was I left to be with.

Haunted with the thoughts of those grim thoughts that lie underneath.

Ever since I wondered what was written? that was untold and unspoken.

Today I know, I understand - those thoughts, not so grim; those words, wisely chosen.

Because pain encompasses all, all that is live; all that is broken.

Without pain, comfort is unfelt and relief unawoken.

A beautiful prodigy pain is! The more you experience, the more you embrace it.

For every creature has its share of pain, the sooner you realize, the quieter you endure it.

Nothing makes us more alive - the sweet muscle soreness, the dreaded heart's loneliness

And yet an ungrateful soul cribs all that it possesses

Someone once told me, "I am penning down the pain"

Pain! Delighted, I sighed " how inspiring can it be?

Of all the things you chose pain, m

My friend, among all the beings you are the most sane."