Pain, that you are through right now
Is expel of cold darkness
Even in the summer may afternoon

It may seem like a world of no spring and only winter
Not the merry winters of puddings and Christmas
But the winters of homeless destitute
The pain might feel impossible
Like a bottomless pit
No light at the end of vicious tunnels

The world may seem to drift
And create a valley of despair and hopelessness
And lungs of breathlessness

Fruit of light and life might be expensive
And comfort might be distant cousin

Anandham anadham anadham

The fruit or Butterfly has to break open
Your own pain whispers that you are alive
Fear of pain keeps you on foot
Pain carves children of eminence
You may strive and strive
Like the ants before rain
You may be chained by laurels
Trapped by titles

But pain keeps you alive
The more pain and rain
The more joy and paddy

Join the pain club, embrace
Breath the heart of life and joy
Unfurl your wings of might
Embrace the morning sun and evening nightingale
Detain the thieves of doubt

Sprout emerge and scale

Anandham Aadham Anadham
© Karthik