GRIEF

There is martyr-like pleasure in grieving
The sufferers exude attitude and begin relishing
To each of them- their burden is unique
They fret and protest and grow into icons

These messiahs wearing mantle of self-importance
Never taste the real pain- the numbing hopelessness
Grief refuses to open up in full splendor
The indifferent receivers spoil its pleasure

It is the humble, self-effacing person- whom grief loves most and how!
It engulfs him in its many folds –its movements deliberate and slow
Such a person grieves and grieves from the bottom of heart
He never complains- though his grief is bottomless and truly hurts

In all humility he thanks grief for being merciful- bearable and all
And finally one day- he passes the test and stands out strongest of all
Grief bows to his patience and chooses to unravel before his eyes
The brightest dazzle, the ultimate truth-the source of all sorrows and joys

Blessed is he who through the path of grief
Traverses to reach happiness supreme
The cowards who fail to read destiny’s brief
Go on living through mirages extreme

~Jayanti Sinha.~

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