No one has the right to complain
about suffering
everyone is.
no one has the right to tell about
others' suffering
perhaps to lessen his own,
words has no bearing
any comfort be it a hug or whatever
cannot change
the trend
this state of passion
of grief
no one escapes what is given
The Lord watches in such beautiful silence
He was once like Everybody else.
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