We all feel various pains from mini
to maiming;
They're all a part of life as cronies
of living.
Pains do cleave to life from birth
to death;
Some pains do spread on skin and
some beneath.
Pains of bones, of muscles and
of organs,
Pains of mind from losses, from
worries and wants.
Pains do endless roar as human
cries and lows;
Cease not self-made wounds and
those by the foes.
We heal some, bear some, from some
we get no riddance,
Yet some pains grow on and bring
more malignants.
By dint of money, you may put
pains on hold;
Can you escape the dying pains
of the old?
Life as a mortal treaty, has pains
and penance,
And there is no life and living with
no sufferance.
- N P SAMAL
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