PAIN...

The salty brine hurts

Two large teary doe eyes,

Pangs niggle the heart,

A sharp twinge runs through the veins,

Paroxysmal pain 

Waters the wounds,

Keeping them alive,

Fresh and oozing,

Neither do they dry up

Nor wilt and wither away,

The salty waters

Perpetually nourishing them;

Why not stop this dispiteous pain

By giving them some warmth!

Fomenting them with sweet memories

Of moments of the happy past,

Shut these eyes two

Forgetting all wounds

And the ulcerous pain. 

©®Madhumita