Sonnet To Pain

There is a feeling about which I want to talk
It is as strong, as hard, as solid and as rough as a rock
I am speaking about a feeling called Pain
I want to forget it, but in vain
It stands as an oak in every season
Yes, I do wonder, what’s the reason?

Many like it, even if it is intense
To me, compromising with it doesn’t make any sense
More powerful than anything, over me, it does hail
I want escape this prison even if I get no bail
It hits me harder than the desert breeze
I quest myself; will I ever get some peace?

Like a tired farmer who waits for the rain;
So too I wait for some gain, after this feeling called Pain