Pain Poem by Mousumi Bhowmik

Pain
Mousumi Bhowmik
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It is very painful when the Sun hides light
Darkness spreads and spreads
Flower does not bloom
Wind stops to move
Inhaling the fragrance of ruins
my heart puffs off with tears
I who did not die
But get a dead body
Still lying in the bed of dry leaves.

Silence tells me a story
It's that pain which will show you
the injury of my heart
Try to Whisper with yourself

Pain is the medicine of that wound
For which you also responsible
to some extent.