by Venkat


This pain I suffer
You blessed, my lord
To sink my heart
By your heavy wisdom
Brewed from honey
Wrapped in dense layers
Of bitter truths
Shapes my leftover
By a grace, so lightweight
To wobble back in place
Fall never, in this world
As weebles do


2 Comments to “Pain”

  1. Gifted, seeing that the underside of pain is grace . . . Well done!

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