These painful spasms are my balms

Which bring forth the understanding

Of life with all its subtle meanings,

Its existence and standing.

That’s the point where divinity shall

Soothe my sufferings while

All the tragedies in my life

Should find a cause to smile.

That is where my life’s Hedonics

Finds its inherent charms

On the gymkhana where pain and pleasure

The superiority of each affirms.

Without one the other shall

Inevitably face its great defeat,

Just as a man without a woman must

Be ever incomplete.

And with tragedy ruling a part of life

And comedy, the other part,

A balance seems to be struck between

A science and an art –

A science, where the loss is measured

In concrete terms, –

An art, where from the ruins of losses,

Resurrection extends its welcome arms!