An Emotional Anomaly

Pains are our friends. Tears that come on pains are the relievers. Pains remind us we have a wound. Sometimes given by someone we know sometimes given by someone we don't know some are the wounds given by one we know but we can't take one's name, how helpless we are when we are in love! Love that should either have been returned by love, or by hate even. Love that was not reacted makes us dumb but not deaf, an emotional anomaly. Tears that die like an infant died in the womb like a bud that could not spring in a flower like a cloud that rose from the sea but could not rain on the earth like the waves of a melody on the moon failed to propagate in absence of a medium like a scent that evaporated in a bud but never spread like a touch on a dead skin like a wound that became cancer but never appeared. Pains of an infant who was born in a prison whose mother has been sentenced for a life imprisonment God! Save the man from a pain on that he cannot cry! ("There are some pains which can be seen, some which can be felt and yet, there are some about which we cannot speak......"My friend Pramila Khadun always inspires me when my mind is blocked and I have no thoughts to write a poem.)