Pain (poem) by Mohanram K on AuthorsDen

Pain
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Can we really share pain?
Pain It was painful for both of us— My mom and me. Her pain ended the moment I was born, but mine started. It was painful for both of us— Me and my wife. Her pain ended when she died Mine got added. It was painful for both of us— My daughter and me. She was different, I too was. Hers would soon end and Mine will go on It was painful for both of us— My friend and I. We added to pain, expecting Much from world and each other. She went her way and I, mine. It was painful for both of us— Me and my memory. Unlike all others it did not leave me. It brings my mom, wife, dad, friends, Dead and alive, to me often. It was painful for both of us— Me and my body. I was youthful as I was born But the body aged and pain became life. The creaking cage craves no more For craving is another pain, like love. It was painful for both— My relatives and friends. No more painful for me Happily lying on the pyre. Real and made-up tears Nourishing the ground. Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Reviewed by Karen Palumbo

Reviewed on August 3, 2009

You strike at the heart with so many losses, but we must also continue on our journey bringing all the memories along, beautifully and heartfully written...

Be always safe,
Karen

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Your breathing and I certainly hope your not in pain now...for me I feel pain every day of my life one way or the other...sighh..its so hard at times but I am alive and I write to help with the pain and the stress in my life ..great writing keep it up always....Hugsss,much happiness to you ....keep smiling OK...