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Often I wonder, who I would be?

How I would be?

The person deep within me,

Will it be same?

As I am now, without my Moments of Pain.

I watched people around me,

Some used to bury themselves,

In the mattress so cushy,

With a scratch on skin, they descend,

Snuggling their body with blankets so mushy.

Some throwed tantrums around,

With bouts of cold and cough.

They run through the house, in a merry-go-round.

With a dripping nose and sore throat,

Whoever annoys them, they're snapped off.

I used to hear people, observe them,

Being ungrateful of the health they're endowed,

Sulking over bitty pains,

Complaining to God and cursing their unlucky fates,

That life is not presented to them in a silver plate.

Not that..their pain was less than mine,

He who suffers from pain, can only sense it's depth!

My question was...,

Does cursing, complaining & sulking decrease it's aftermath??

I used to watch them whine,

For any task they've been assigned.

Excusing themselves of being unwell,

Their determination quell.

I look into the sky and pray to Lord,

Please let my Moments of Pain be my Strength! My Reward!

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