The Pleasure Of Pain Poem by DR KUSUMITA MUKHERJEE

Our sweetest songs happen to be of saddest thoughts
We bear our pain like a mother bears the child in her womb
Carefully
Lest it turn away from us
Set us free.

Our pain anchors us to reality
We labour keeping in mind the extent of our pain
We toil to get away from it
But we end up getting nearer to it.

We enclose our lives between the covers of pain.
Anyone who tries to read it sees only showers of complains
What has not been?
What could have been?
What has been?
And Why?
Especially- - why me?

Look beyond pain we cannot
We wear our pain like a wreath of cactus
Basking in the glory of our tears
Seeking the pity of the world
We delight in counting the number of hands that rise to wipe our tears
It is our score of love
Our medal of being wanted
It brings us pleasure to know that our tears bring tears into the eyes that adore us.