The Worst Pain... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

When my head has a splitting ache
I may try out with any good balm;
When I get very sick in a running car
I`ll ask to pull up that I may throw it up;
When I fall terribly ill, it wakes up the near world;
They`ll pray and offer their all due care;
When I meet with an accident with just a few scars
All near and dear ones pay a visit to me once the news breaks;
But who cares when my heart is broken?
Or to who should I show the sad token?
Some of them may lend their kind ears
But it`s shame to unload the pent-up tears!
Even if I borrow my sorrow to any kind taker
Qualms will hit my heart and I will more suffer.
When this pain ails to the core;
Life lives with life no more!