We All Have A Wound Within Poem by Arun Maji

We all have a wound within
That none knows about.
A wound so deep, so secret, so sacred,
So shameful, so painful-
We fear revealing it.

It's not because we are coward
But it's because we love the person so dear
Who inflicted it.

That wound eats us day and night
With salt and pepper-
Without mercy, without blinking eyes,
Without sense of guilt.
Yet, we stand tall with extreme stubbornness.

We would rather die
But not let that wound breathe air
And fade in time.

Man is mesmerising.
Isn't he?
Man often chooses pain over pleasure
With grace of a smiling moon,
And courage of a wild storm.

© Arun Maji
Painting: Andrew Atroshenko