Raining Pains
My hands are a way to feed you
Those little pain will bring you
To an endless blurred place
The digs and ditches
are a way to behold you
Cause you are covering
your endless journey
You are thirsty full of sadness sorrow
You are with your wity money
The days are hard to feel again
The quietness in your eyes
Are shut for pain.
Is this how the world goes on
And never felt the happiness or
It might creating another way
For a mysterious
strain for the pain
To come to an end
-
Bhairabi
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