PAIN

What do I do with your consoling?

Comparisons I don’t seek

You might be a rover strolling

Plight of world you ought to tweet

My misery, if so trivial

Why don’t you let me drink it neat?

Don’t dilute my melancholic frolics

With the glum of thy greater meek

Let me swallow my shallow rendition

This addiction is snarling deep!

You want me to take a look around

At the sufferings that people reap

And my despair count up to superficial

On the scale of gauge you keep!

My sorrow may not be that ardent

But its abundance you can’t bereave

These oceans are not saline by chance

They learnt to drift while I was disowning her weeps!

An original bY: BrEt