It is true that life is a hospital
Where everyone is suffering
Some kind of unspoken pain.
And the best part is
As one reclines on the armchair
Looking to enjoy the pain for some time
He gets a disease that seems to
Counter this unspoken pain.
And this makes his soul alive.
Then he thinks if he could only
Overcome this disease, he will
Again in a new way fall in the
Unspoken pain.
And the more still, normal life becomes
The more accumulation of this
Unknown pain prevails.
And the more fast one goes,
The more fast he falls
In still, idle time.
Very well written poem. There is no escape of pain be it physical or emotional.5**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is true that life is a hospital Where everyone is suffering......wow great starting of this poem; thoughtful too