PAIN!

PAIN!
 
The autumn has struck again
The old leave has fallen
Swept away into wind to oblivion
The tree will blossom again
Flowers and fruits and birds
But the music of old leaves
Will haunt the tree with every wind.
Life comes and go, used and throw
Some silent, some pinching blow
Some cuckoos sweet, some crow
The dust is certain to go and blow
But what remains is your souls glow
Some are born dead, die dead
They are the garbage spilled, spread
Pain is eternal part of life
People remember your sigh
And learn to endure pain full cry
Pain never goes in vain
Its echo is there to remain………..