Aching Joy Poem by MERAJ UDDIN

Oh! Aching pleasure, Thou art a killing healer in strife
Thine comforting claws doth relieve me of mine pain
Like a surgeon, thou amputate mine with a sharp knife
Thou hast made my aching wound purged by this rain

Life to me seemed a sweet sad saga till now
The peace and comforts are but an elusive a hope
So I endeavoured to sustain here some how
Waiting to be free like an escaped convict in rope

Hope and grief alternate their roles quite often
And make me remain in contention for this race
The harsh healing wounds of words did soften
My hardened heart hath not a choice but to face

The ultimate realization that I ever did lack -
‘Life is a rainbow which also includes black’