Seperated From Pain Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

I don't know how, but as I grew up
I, from somewhere acquired a sense of loss.
And that remained with me
From maturity.
If at all, I acquired a sense of maturity.
Which was contemplated with my newest
Addition of smoking as an addiction.
They both went in hand in hand.
A sense of loss and smoking.

Until the day I found out
That my lungs wouldn't last long like this.
Again a sense of motion was added
To the ongoing problem.
Pain and tension both prevailed.
I understood that the sense of loss
Is a gift from higher up and must be catered with.

Quietness. Stillness. Silence. Absolute rest.
And looking back.
I won't be able to save myself.
I will be lost.
Hence a sense of loss.
The newest addition of adventure
Of where I will be going
Suddenly took the grief away.

Separated from loss, grief
My soul went on towards the light.
I started liking days
And hated nights.