Pleasure And Pain Poem by Nikunj Sharma

I see the waves falling and rising
Across the street, in the bay
I see the sun rising above
Turning in gold, the plinth gray.

I feel the breeze flowing by
Urging me to get up and try
I see a flock of seagulls
teaching me, how to fly.

I spot shells lying in sand
I see rock with a tough stand
horizon fading in distance
A metaphor for life,
In nature's setting grand

In the mirror, I see a box
a mind half open, bit orthodox
A pair of eyes and the blur
A struggling spirit and Life's stir

A window opened, then in a flash
Calm taking over a manner rash
Growing worries now decayed
Sweet melodies my heart played

Between the pleasure and pain
There is thin memberane
Easy to pierce, difficult to spot
Once demolished, helps a lot.