That Pain: A poem by Pradeep Kumar Soni

When silent prayers,it seemed, not heard

When Time's falcon catches its victim bird

Motionless we watch the woeful fall of rain

Impatient lips sing poignantly hymns of pain

This song can be heard from obscure destinies;

From broken hearts whose hopes turning into cries

Hunger burnt bellies that for golden grains thirst

From orphans and widows whose joys gone outburst

This song from the wretched's lips long ages overflow

Whose Christ-like body is still under loathing caste blow

Shackles of feminism have created havoc so far

And the deprived whose learning is still a bar

That Pain from aching minds can be felt

Whose glowing pens at others sorrow easily melt

That Pain made Valmiki the great universal sage

That Pain filled Bhagat Singh with great patriotic rage

That Pain resounds in India's every nook and corner

When innocent soldiers brought dead from the border

Bloodshed, war, and poverty will cease havoc rain

If World Leaders could feel that universal pain.