We all have pains.
And they all are excruciatingly agonising
And turn us pale.
We all ache alone
And suffer in silence.
No difference at all.
Except, some suffer miserably;
And some suffer with beauty,
Elegance, and fragrance.
Those who can wear smile,
Sing song, chant poem,
While twisting in agony
Are the bravest, greatest of this world.
© Arun Maji
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