Pain

By Neha Basumatary

Think of hardship as a hurricane,

and your pain as an active volcano.

It has snatched from you and gone,

And your pain is erupting inside you.

But even hurricanes and volcanos

have a point where they end,

and so will the echoes of weary nights

that haunt and stab the infinite wounds.

But you my dear, you are an ocean

And oceans are warriors,

Survive even the wrath of weather and planets;

Just like you will survive losing

What you thought would be a forever curse

By Neha Basumatary