Pleasant Has Antonyms Poem by Poornima Kanasen

When what was said stands no chance in reality, mere past has it enveloped,

I seek for you in a manner unknown, yet the pain sips in every now and then,

The past should not be rekindled yet shattered pieces of emotions tried to glue themselves,

The jagged edges will always remain, how funny it is when a person's chronicles of aches considered resolved by DISAPPEARANCE?

Never thought, never did it strike me that pleasant has antonyms...