One thing, I like the most;
Of pain, It doesn't step back;
Of the obligations out of lack
And even never let you lost.
The condiment of the pain:
It just Burns-in your vein;
Never quenched but remain,
Like a flame of the chain.
It didactics integrity:
Of the virtual connection in the middle-
Of pair of insanity, who never fiddle,
With each other the game of animosity.
Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem is about the relationship between human and pain.
