Pain of bones, of muscles, of organs,
And pain of mind from losses, woes, or wants -
We bear some, from some we get no riddance,
Some heal, yet some bring back more malignants.
Pain of penance still on ourselves inflict
We, or pain wreak'd on by the force of foes:
All pains do cleave to the life from birth to crypt
Their roars being heard from human cries and lows.
The life that's pleasure-bent, suffers from pain,
For pleasure is fatal that has mortal pact;
And pain does ever spare no one insane
With body's lasting as an absolute fact.
Let's get relief from painful sufferings;
Let's anoint us with the balm of we-feelings.
-- N P SAMAL
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