Human Pain Poem by Raj Arumugam

there is human pain
a sorrow, a sadness, an incompleteness
an imperfection
that comes with us all our lives
as waves accompany oceans
or as clouds the sky;
and this pain comes
though one may stay focused on the good;
and this pain abides
though one may nestle in the arms of pleasures;
and this pain we ignore or conceal
or we seek miracles or saviors or excuses
and this sorrow we ascribe to supernatural causes
and explore solutions through other-worldly powers
or attempt to leap over with drugs
or to blur with intoxicants;
we wrestle it, we yield to it
we confront it, we plead
we do everything
except to see, to observe, to embrace;
we learn all tricks and ways and attempt all things
except to see it oneself for what it is
with no theory and no intervention