• ajaykrsingh123 10w

    Pleasure of pain.

    The life is mess and this mess is huge,
    You have no shed or shelter for refuge.

    If you can extend then extend a little far,
    Where you survive and revive both at par.

    Pleasure sits on the chair of the very pain,
    Yet you believed that only love will remain.

    Even the darkest night is not the full at all,
    Numerous stars brighten even look small.

    This whole planet is not even up to a mole,
    The largest mansion on earth is like a hole.

    Happiness is prime that you know very well,
    Still the evil claws held you captive in a cell.

    A life that you are staking is all your making,
    No one can blamed it is futile to be debating.