This pain so deep....

This pain however deep it is,

I cannot get stuck in its rut;

The past is passé;

Those memories, however bitter,

Like wisps of clouds they scatter

When time rides on the wild gusts of change

It stops by for none;

Even the dust from those labyrinths are blown away

Then what of this pain, which seems to have settled in

With its moorings like a stolid banyan?

But I need to take to the wings of time;

I need to let go of my past, of this pain

Then I will embrace anew;

Like the dawn that takes in the darkness;

Those memories that once haunted

would become the parting tear of the morning dew!