Pain comes and goes <br />With the breath I take <br />Or puff out <br />When it becomes stale <br />Cries my heart <br />Ever churns my nose. <br /> <br />People see me <br />As though I am happy <br />I have boundless joy <br />But the reality <br />They do not know <br />Or wish not so. <br /> <br />Wind awakes <br />Moves with force <br />Takes my tired breath <br />To some unknown place <br />Filling the spot <br />With ever-soaring pain. <br /> <br />Who cares <br />What is there and why? <br />They care but for themselves <br />Or their kids <br />Or those who are close <br />In blood or in wealth. <br /> <br />I stake myself <br />Where I always board <br />Where I always fight <br />Trying to come out <br />Sound and safe <br />With some scratches on my back.<br /><br />Abnish Singh Chauhan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pain-comes-and-goes/
