Pain. Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

It is true that life is a hospital
Where everyone is suffering
Some kind of unspoken pain.
And the best part is
As one reclines on the armchair
Looking to enjoy the pain for some time
He gets a disease that seems to
Counter this unspoken pain.

And this makes his soul alive.
Then he thinks if he could only
Overcome this disease, he will
Again in a new way fall in the
Unspoken pain.
And the more still, normal life becomes
The more accumulation of this
Unknown pain prevails.
And the more fast one goes,
The more fast he falls
In still, idle time.