from the womb of pain,
When the heart is torn
from sufferings and strain
The soul sizzles silently,
The face hides patiently
Behind a serene smile......
The thoughts thicken
Coagulating emotions
Feelings ferment ,
Strangulating commotions,
Of the restless soul!
Oh, the duality of this role
Sends shivers down my spine.
Seething sparks
In wrinkled eyes,
Age stealthily
Creeps like spies .
Time lashes blows again
There is no loss, there is no gain!
When the heart is torn
From sufferings and strain,
Then poems are born
From the womb of pain.
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