An Emotional Anomaly Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Pains are our friends.
Tears that come on pains are the relievers.
Pains remind us we have a wound.
Sometimes given by someone we know
sometimes given by someone we don't know
some are the wounds given by one
we know but we can't take one's name,
how helpless we are when we are in love!
Love that should either have been returned by love,
or by hate even.
Love that was not reacted
makes us dumb but not deaf,
an emotional anomaly.
Tears that die like an infant died in the womb
like a bud that could not spring in a flower
like a cloud that rose from the sea
but could not rain on the earth
like the waves of a melody on the moon
failed to propagate in absence of a medium
like a scent that evaporated in a bud but never spread
like a touch on a dead skin
like a wound that became cancer but never appeared.
Pains of an infant who was born in a prison
whose mother has been sentenced for a life imprisonment
God! Save the man from a pain on that he cannot cry!

("There are some pains which can be seen, some which can be felt and yet, there are some about which we cannot speak......"My friend Pramila Khadun always inspires me when my mind is blocked and I have no thoughts to write a poem.)