Pain
That
You are feeling
I am feeling
They are feeling
Pain
That
You know very well
I know very well
They know very well
But
Pain
That
You can't understand mine
I can't understand yours
We can't understand theirs
Every single ounce of pain left behind us
Every single drop of tears flowing inside us
Is trying to pay the revenue
That we never owned
The debts started being cleared
Since the day of our birth
And yet some left
Will be left
Till the day of our death
The debt that never belonged to me
The debt that nevr belonged to you
But the fact
We are making debt our belonging
We can't pay back as happiness
Pain is most
The valueless
Yet the priceless
The day will come
When the debts will be cleared
When we will be free
Alas,
Our holy soul
Unknowingly
Left our bad debt body
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem, Pratikshya. Thanks for sharing