I savour the pain
The fever, the rush
The cramps and aches
All of it that makes me feel crushed
I live for that pain in me
Which comes after quite a lot
That makes me feel not so tenuous
But this is not what I was taught
Pain is pain, cruelty is cruelty
But sometimes I think they are wrong
For to me, myself, pain is not cruel
It just always leaves me distraught
I wonder why I crave this pain
It is not merciful, neither harmless
It changes me again and again
It certainly lacks quality and finesse
I wonder then, I wonder again
If craving it is such a crime
If inflicting it is so wrong
Why did it leave me wanting and whine?
I thought and my answer is this -
The feel the rush, on doing some work
The excitement, and joy of fun
Comes if from pain one doesn't shirk
The after effect, the only reminder
Of fun and joy, the feel so enticing
The pain comes after so delicious
Makes me want that more and wanting
It is true I savour that pain
For pain is pain, cruelty is cruelty
But the joy, the rush never is kept aside
For thorns and all contrary is my fealty
( I love that pain..... Don't you?)
©AkshayaGadre