Painfully Joyous - Poem by Nazmul Haque
Our joy is our pain unmasked,
Our pain is our joy enclosed.
The same river from which
Our laughter arises,
Very often filled with our tears.
The deeper that sorrow
Wounds into our heart,
The more joy we can contain.
Is not the same flute
That sweetens our soul,
The same wood that's
Injured with knives?
When you are Joyous,
Look deep into your heart,
See, the one who gave you pain
Is the one that is giving you joy.
When you are in pain,
Look again in your heart,
See, you are weeping for the one
Who has once been your delight.
Some say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow, '
Yet others say, ‘Sorrow is the greater.'
But in truth they are in-separable.
Joy and Pain infact come together,
When 'Joy' sits with you at your table,
'Pain' is asleep waitng upon your bed.
Verily we are suspended like scales
Between our sorrow and our joy.
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