The brain itself has no pain cells
But when the heart aches,
It says, I hear you, friend
When fingers meet thorny tips
When sighs are heard from tired lips
When the air smells of fear at night
When the eyes see the world a mess
When the tongue tastes a rancid bite
The brain feels the pain no less
Than its agents, keeping the world alive
When spring blooms perfume the garden
With their color and their fragrance fresh
When the taste of good, mellow wine,
Or a loved one's thumbs up sign
A ballerina's dance or a loving glance
Lifts the heart or music soft
Blesses the ear, the brain is there
Relishing each sensation
The wise watch this play
Of the body and the brain
With a light touch, an amused smile
Knowing well that after a while
Both will be gone,
And so too this world
Only they will remain
And what they learnt
This time around
They know that they can't drink
The water of a mirage
They just enjoy the play
While it lasts
And wait for the next one
Another day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem