Pain,
though penetrating
it was
gradually wiped out.
Wounds though deep
like a thorn thrust deep into the skin
gradually healed.
Only the scars are
left behind
which would continue
to be there like memorials built on the
floor of mind
throughout one’s life
till he/she is
consigned to ashes.
Wounds will pierce you again
pain, excruciating pain
will make you convulse
bringing tear-streams
flowing through your cheeks.
Don’t worry
the great healer of time
is always there
to heal your wounds
by applying the soothing
balm of solace.
But the scars will
continue to be there
like memorials
till the moment
you breath your last
and consigned to ashes.
One’s life
be, he/she
rich or poor
could be called
a scarred - life.
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