Pain Poem by Phurpa Wangdi
Pain
an unusual cut
it hurts
blood oozes out
it is the pain
it is bad
you are not efficient
but the wound at heart
is all the more worse
it remains for a long time
sometimes almost forever
it pains a lot
but no remedies
you feel alone
you shed tears
loneliness chase you
you hate the world
this pain hurts bad
solving just too hard
but there is a cure
'love' is the word
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