Ravinder Kumar Soni
The Pain - Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni
The pain which I bear, Mother, it refuses to subside.
I did not know about pain till it was gifted to me at birth
Not knowing what it was I had cried out aloud,
Sought attention, help and needed relief;
It was your soothing touch which made me forget that pain,
Close my eyes, and seek shelter in the cosy familiar darkness.
Each moment I have lived ever since carries the scar
Caused by the variety of pain peculiar to those moments;
Happiness too has come my way but sparingly.
Tormented by pain my range of vision is now limited
I am unable to accept, contradict or negate the proven and the unproven
I am unable to deliberate, reason or elect the right or wrong
I am unable to turn back the clock that continues to tick
Though I have always wanted to know -
After planting the seed how had my father protected his own self residing within me?
Why did he choose to experiment through me?
When I was young I had found my father to be a good tutor,
He had awakened me and made me gradually aware
Thus initiating the ancient quest for me to know and find more,
Abiding by his instructions I have learnt and indeed grown wise.
I know that birth is painful, life is painful and death too is painful
I know that pain is at the roots of good and evil,
As the prompter of all actions and discoveries,
As the scarcely noticed cause of all emotional bonds;
I know my existence is limited by space and time
Therefore, I have boldly borne the pain of life but tell me, Mother,
Why should I suffer the impending pain of death?
I have travelled far and long for over three scores and eleven years
My limbs are tired and my body and mind are agonized
But you have always been beside me
I simply want you to hold my hand
Help me close my eyes and seek anew
The primeval shelter,
The cosy and familiar darkness left by me long ago.
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