Sick With Pain Poem by Jay P Narain

Physical pain, excruciating and agonizing,
with shrieks and moans of alleviation,
Can't be etched as the pain of the body in words,
As the person who suffers knows it most.

Poetically we share pain of our hearts
In colorful and tearful words of all sorts,
The pain of the body can only be shared,
with a compassionate person's touch and sympathy.

Recovering from a major surgery in a hospital room,
The nurses came as angels in my half awakened dreams,
Some volunteers came, sat and watched over me,
There faces will long linger over me.

Who do I consider my really own?
Person who I thought were mine but could not spare any time,
People who were little strangers but gave whatever time they had,
In the end, the person with a few words of consolation and show of tender care.
Won my heart and will mend my body and mind.