Pain’s The First Gain - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Would this pain to eternal life transform?
Yea, bow down to pain, humble and bent-head,
Hopeless now, it’d one day be potent norm,
Its touch does transform buds to blossoms red,
Take your every pain to its new meaning
O man, meek made of mind that scarce can ride
On waves, crying helpless on storming tide,
Take troubles to their ultimate unfolding,
For, means more meaningful are than the end,
Moving on matters more than journey’s end.
The art of life is not avoiding pain1—
Nor its predominance be ‘pon pleasure2
Punishment, perhaps endurance raiser,
And if so, mankind sure should be much sane;
Or else, why must a new born suffer pain?
Why’s he delivered? Pain is the first gain.
1. The art of life is the avoidance of pain.
– Thomas Jefferson, To Mrs Cosway,1786
2. The preponderance of pain over pleasure is the
cause of our fictitious morality and religion.
- Friederich Nietzsche, The Antichrist
- Sonnets | 06.01.14 |
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