Sorrow Poem by Samarendranath Mahapatra

From infancy to the graveyard
You are always close to me
Yet why are you so hatred
Oh my sorrow so obstinate!

I chase the pleasure again and again
But what I got is only a hope full of dreams
I feel like flying on the seventh horse of the sun
But in return only wounds I own
On this path of thorn and mud only,
I wished to buy a smile
But handful of blood,
Pails of tear, packs of grief, I poured.
All I ruined out.
The delightful garden from my thoughts
The tender heartbeat from my heart

What I haven't done
Just to get some pleasure.
But what I got instead of my hate for you
Oh my ever known sorrow!

I tried to drive you away,
But you never went out.
Always you loved to stay
In my heart, in my veins,
In my blood and tears,
You loved to saturate.
Are you inborn mine in fact?
My friend, my bosom body
Oh my ever known sorrow!