I'm in pain
I go to the doctor
He checks
Examines
Searches
Things look fine
He says
If there's a wound
I could treat
For you now
All I have's
A painkiller.
Pain can be cured by pain-killer but not the agony.I noticed you write poem on different theme, and that's very nice.
This poem is indeed a sugar coated pill like a pain killer! ! A profound and bitter truth presented in such unassuming language! !
wounds are treated by doctors but pain.....they could not treat they kill... wonderful observation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no use of pain killer my dear, if there is union, thanks. our life is a fragment of the whole. let us go towards that whole, okay, we are going, feeling of pain on the way is but common, but really it is no pain it is joy, let us enjoy thoughtful one, thanks.