The Pilgrimage To Pain Poem by eternal Soul

The Pilgrimage To Pain



Sufferings stand in the threshold of time
Reminding me of the days I spent,
Some moments were shattered and some sublime
Bearing destiny’s fruits I still went.

I went packing myself on a pilgrimage
That pilgrimage of agony, that journey of pain.
The madness of fury, those effects of rage
Like flames they burnt and extinguished again.

Like fire that burns the body to ashes
Like waves that crash on the sea-shore,
On the pilgrimage of pain, my body washes
The tolls of despair, the chaos and uproar.

Yes, my friends, the uproar we all notice
Which sucks the life out of the soul:
I therefore travel to gather my peace
I move onwards to gain my goal.

When many a nights we stare at the moon
When we wonder what misses to stand,
When our struggles shall turn into a boon
When dear ones shall love and not misunderstand.

When all such things happen one by one
The pilgrimage to pain shall cease to last,
This life shall had have by then its last run
To crumble into dust and disappear fast.

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