|An Ode to The Embodiment of Pain|
(by Ms. Shobha Hariharan, Friend of Ms. Asha Paul, Room No:13, Arya Vaidya Chikitsalayam, Coimbatore
The face that spread sunshine and cheerfulness over the globe
Was but that day a face that sunk into the rut
Was it pain, or sorrow from pain, or a bygone tragedy just begun?
Was the devil playing sport with thee?
Oh Jesus! What could it but be?
You cried and crawled and crept and cuddled
Like a new soul on Earth,
Like a helpless child in the arms of a neglected mother.
You waited for the mother to fly
You waited for her love to ply
You waited for the pain to recede
You waited, at last, for Jesus to wave His Robe
No words could sooth the soul that was dying in writhing pain,
No deed, no thoughts, no gestures could ever witness that pain.
I could hear only frets and fumes and cries.
Minutes passed, hours passed, days passed, the
World of Glory seemed to transverse into the world of Doom
My soul sent out shrills of cries,
"WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY? "
Thy reply was, but, with a grin,
"Sincere Prayers Never Fail
I am enjoying this pain!!!!"
Then came that subtle figure in those graceful steps from the blue,
Smiled not he, replied not he, waved not he,
But what magic in those rosy hands did lie!
The little Baby was cured of that gruesome pain
Came that smile over her glowing face.
Cheerfulness embraced her, Relief cuddled her ‚Äö√Ñ√¨ she slept
The slumber that bereft her of all pains
At last the devil was defeated,
He turned back and murmured
"I leave you; Never Ever will I visit you".
A cumbersome pain was it?
The embodiment of the cruellest pain could I see in thee.
Something the world can never read.