Many A Times... !

P O E T R Y

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Distressed But Not Depressed.

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Many A Times Before This, 

You Had Had Lost All Hope, 

Neither You Wanted To Survive, 

Nor You Were In A Hurry To Die,

Only The Thing There Was,

The Excruciating, Unbearable Pain, 

And You Just Knew That There Was, 

Something Wrong With The Body, 

And You Also Knew That There Was,

Nothing Wrong With The Mind.

Still a Fear And Anxiety Gripped-

The Mind, And You Knew Well,

It Was Just Like The Pain, 

That Was Biting Into Your Body,

But Couldn't, Eat Into The Spirit, 

And Yet You Were Alive,

Aware, This Too Will Pass ...!

And The Miracle Happened,

You Were Saved, Whole And Intact. 

You Just Saw, Nothing Happened To You,

You Were Just Drowning Into,

The Unfathomable Ocean Of Peace,

Where Thought Stirred Not, 

Neither The Fear, Nor The Worry, 

Neither The Pain, Nor The Anxiety. 

And There You Knew For Certain,

At Anytime, On The Next Occasion,

Though The Body May Drop Dead, 

Either Like A Stone, Or Like A Feather,

Either Like A Leaf Falling From The Tree, 

Yet You Are Not Worried Of Death, 

Neither Of the Pain Nor Anxiety,

But Out Of Compassion Only,

For Those, Who May Be, There,

Attending Your Last Rites!!

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