Let the pain sink in….
Bear new soul of sin

Like the urchin’s warm tears
Baptizing his new fears

Like a ravished hymen’s ache
A new woman’s keepsake

Like the labor of birth
Cradles new misery of mirth

Like love’s hurt in heart
Raising, nerves’ new rampart

Like a hunger that lasts
A new soul, which fasts

Like that undying wait
A new truth, lying in state

Like death’s dogged despair
A new life’s, love affair

Behold the beauty of pain
Ain’t bliss, more profane?

© 2016 Vikas Chandra