A Stoic Poem by dipak adhya

A stoic

Between coming and going
There is left
The pain, given by you
It brings shower
I keep my face out of window

I watch the sorrow
I breathe the pity
I nibble them bit by bit
And laugh as if a matter of cherishing

Between coming and going
I gradually become weak
I lose myself
And time comes and goes
Evening - night - sleep
And pray for enormous darkness
That ne'er comes and
I again become a pain myself
Now you may call me a stoic!