Afar the smiling red lips
There is a growing pain
With black lips of trauma
Can’t be noticed by no one
Can be proliferated by anyone.
The pain is growing
Without reason too..
The growing pain is not the pain
Of despair in love or romance
Not the pain of financial wreck
It is the pain from beloved ones.
A gift from beloved trusted ones.
The growing Pain is sowed
By the actions of someone else
Then fatten by another someone
Then they all will pile up
Within the heart for erecting
Tears of thick red gore of pain.
There is no pain killer discovered
There is no excercise unearthed
For abating this growing pain
Can’t be amortized by the prudence
The pain will grow & grow forever.
Sometimes it is injected
Through their eyes of hatred
Through the limbs of their actions
But mostly through the lips of words
They used against us for no reason.
Words are the omnipotent weapon
We can sow the seeds of relief
We can sow the seeds of pain
Through it and can reap high yield .
But don’t use it for growing pain .
Always try to reap the fruit of relief.
Because growing pain is demise.