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Growing Pain

Afar the smiling red lips

There is a growing pain

With black lips of trauma

Can’t be noticed by no one

Can be proliferated by anyone.

 

The pain is growing

Without notice

Without permission

Without relief

Without reason too..

 

The growing pain is not the pain

Of despair in love or romance

Not the pain of financial wreck

It is the pain from beloved ones.

A gift from beloved trusted ones.

 

The growing Pain is sowed

By the actions of someone else

Then fatten by another someone

Then they all will pile up

Within the heart for erecting

Tears of thick red gore of pain.

 

There is no pain killer discovered

There is no excercise unearthed

For abating this growing pain

Can’t be amortized by the prudence

The pain will grow & grow forever.

 

Sometimes it is injected

Through their eyes of hatred

Through the limbs of their actions

But mostly through the lips of words

They used against us for no reason.

 

Words are the omnipotent weapon

We can sow the seeds of relief

We can sow the seeds of pain

Through it and can reap high yield .

But don’t use it for growing pain .

 

Always try to reap the fruit of relief.

Because growing pain is demise

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Akshaya Thulasi

Author:

✳️ Literature Student ✳️From USA ( United Streets of Arackal)  ✳️Indian  ✳️Malayalee ✳️Kollam district # kottarakara  ✳️ Pet name : Thumbi ✳️ Become 20 on 20 August 2018. Akshaya Thulasi is a 20 years old English literature Student from Kerala, India. Currently, she is doing her master's in English language & Literature at Indira Gandhi national open university. At the same time, she has been working as a English Content Writer in a digital marketing company in Kerala named WEBINNOVATES

77 thoughts on “Growing Pain

  1. Hallo Akshaya
    Man spürt in jedem deiner Sätze die tiefe des Schmerz und die Höhen der Erleichterung.
    Das Spiel der Menschen, mit den Gefühlen, anderer Menschen.
    Worte, Sätze bestimmt um Knöpfe der Emotionen zu drücken.
    Schmeichelnd in böser Absicht, fragend in miterlebter Anteilnahme.
    Man kann sich durch deine Sätze fühlen. Angenehm berührt oder wartend Achtsam.
    Ich mag deine kurvenreich/geradlinige Ausdrucksweise.
    Lg Robert

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  2. Beautifully Written … As always…! Conveyed the message very well… ofcourse.. words can act as the weapon.. which may kill one heart thousand times.., and its more powerful than a gun.. which cold kill only once..

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