Pain
I will wear it
inside out
outside in
like a beat up shirt tattered
like nobody has ever seen,
every texture of pain
exposed
every strand of pain
unravelled;
my body is jacked up in pain but
I will look away,
into the distance
I will cast my deepest glance,
the song of rainbow I will listen,
clouds white will cool my vein,
pain
aftermaths are not always bad
bundles of smiles
in the end
to be had,
pain
I will go blue and then
back red, back life,
I will outstare the eyes that stare,
pain
smooth curvature of rounded nightmare
on my palm
I will have.
Yasif Ahmad Faysal teaches at the University of Barishal.