PAIN AND MORE PAIN

Pain and more pain

Misty road seduces the senses,

Mind wide awake;

Flavours of Darjeeling

brings old English street to life,

the woody cafeteria calls for company;

Blessed are those who die alone,

While pain is remembered

Pleasure is always forgotten,

Comfort of a soul

comforts the mind,

Time and place have lost their panache,

Tied hands and tied mind seeks freedom,

As she holds my shriveled hands

Dusk embraces the wet mountain road.

SUDIN S K