A Life Without Pain

A life without pain - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - For me Bed of thorns And bed of roses Are the same I tread on nails I tread on stones I tread on fire Yet feel them as flowers I am born human Your brethren One of God's children With hands and fingers and legs And feet and toes and nose Yet they disappear with age I don't understand What causes my nose to shrinkage? And of fingers and toes and feet and hands With the absence of pain Where are they gone? Fleshes simply rotting away Preparing a monster on the way Left with no fingers Only gnarled stubs wrapped With scars of wounds and leaking blisters I am a freak in God's hand I am living a life of curse Where pain is painless Pleasure is dullness And life is lifeless What wrong I have done? That I deserve this fate unknown Yet grateful I am to God Who has given this life to see His world I appeal to you my brethren Not to call me monster as you do often I am like you human dear Rather a human metaphor Of life without pain Only I have been loaded With this punishment to bear And if possible spare some love A friendly voice and smile to soothe and cheer So that I can live rest of life with love Grace and honour Pity not, hate not, and hurt not For this life of God, I wish to live the most