What is pain in the name of life? Does it a poem that conceals mysterious story? Or a love that reveals the vulnerability of beauty?

What is pain in the name of life? Does it a poem that conceals mysterious story? Or a love that reveals the vulnerability of beauty?

How can I describe pain when I am no longer aware of my existence?

How can I embrace suffering when it betrayed its beloved companion?

How can I cross this passage of the wild storm penetrated into the cracks of my existing wounds?

I feel so lonely as if there is no one in this world and nothing to get rid of this loneliness.
I sense no feelings left in my memory. I am no longer belong to myself.

However, I understand the true essence of things.

Hence, I conclude pain is the masculine and the depth of its suffering is the mother of feminine.
Both of their beauties are enchanted and gracefully buried in the graves of mystical Indian lands.

Yours poet,

Naveen Bommakanti.

You may fall in love with this similar love story. My love, I take no time to start a war with the god of hell.

Embrace feeling my emotions and share your love in the form of words. Waiting to hear your response in comments. Thank you my beloveds. Stay safe.

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