pleasure in measured dose
I have seen floods and drought
I have no regrets in mixing them
like sweet and sour
dishes
at the high table of life.
Was it pain that made me
insane to hold on to the
memories and bleed
like an unstitched wound
I could neither realize then
nor get an answer
the echoes of pain are
now chocked and there
is no way out.
Pleasure is now a beautiful
and compact boon that
makes me sing laugh and dance
rejoicing the thirst of sweetness
from earth to heaven.
Whose tale shall I say
pleasure or pain
yesterday they were mine
and today they are
inseparable
inseparable
and interminable
debate of life.
Sabita Sahu
Sabita Sahu
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