Suffering Poem by Saroj Padhi

O how beautiful is this suffering
with its pain acute but haloed ring
when life is driven to the fringe
without seeming anchor in the offing!
But when balmy clouds of dear ones' love
across aching temple, silently float in
with an amazing sun in the inner ring
under love's magic showers to bask in!
Lucky is the man who enjoys such pain
in the solitude of soul, without chaos
of encircling, foolish folk breaking in
when mists of His grace divine float in!