Pick the pain

I read between lines and pick the pain
It is unnecessary burden on brain
When you repeatedly ask it again and again
My concern increases and remains main

I have yet to pick you right
So much confusion to correct it or fight
Love is to strengthen the bonds and cause oneness
I have been blessed with agony and loneliness

I can not run away from the scene as coward
I have always seen the divinity and looked forward
I have no other way left than to fight back
As my fair name and reputation is at stake

I should not have written it or inscribed
It is of no use to apprise and fully described
I saw all greenery on face of earth
It is turning against me and ready to be laid as wreath

I don’t know what impact it may have?
I have no clue yet how you would act and behave?
It is know fat and another name of treachery
I can’t pretend to be happy and remain merry

You have chosen it as play on the field
You tried to mesmerize and powerfully held
I had no idea about lone struggle
I feel like weeping freely in dense jungle

I keep going in life as stranger
Still I have no dejection or anger
Yes it is part of our struggle to march on
How can we evaluate as lost or won?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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