Some sorrows
are like vitiligo
which never go
some sorrows
are like blisters
of burn which
cure very slow.
some sorrows
are like a wick
which burn for us
some sorrows
are like a flour mill
which churn for us
some sorrows
for us trickle
down the Cross
some sorrows
make for us
a beautiful ras
some sorrows
we can't forget
some sorrows
for us open up
a pleasure gate
Ref: here the term ras is picked up from Hindu mythology which means dance in circular manner.
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