It is a stage
not the virtual
that one of an abstract
a situation rather
one has to plunge
headway with a boldness
reach the bottom
decipher the consequences
resolve the issue
that has now come unknowingly
a right move is essential
bids no looking back
a positive track is on the verge
could be the stage as seen now.
The pain in the body
the pain in the mind
the pain felt whatsoever
could be an abstract feel
a forget of the pain all the more
engaging in deals furthermore
would assuage the hurt
thinking else would mitigate
both the physical and the mental
like a write, a read, a calculation
a browse and a conversation
let that be the way to lessen
rather than the medical subjugation
bring in more misery than anything.
Pain is abstract.
To me,
it is intact.
be it in the physic
it keeps brusque
be it in the mind
it ties you in a kind.
Pain is disabling
it pulls you invariably
your body gives way possibly
so does the mind instantly
a collapse is there unresistingly.
death could be the end instantaneously.
Pain is unbearable
with the tag unable
a kill and a gnaw
holds you in a claw
writhing in pain you fall
no one would attend your call.
Pain to me is never abstract
it does exist in fact
closes with a folded hands
never relaxes the band
it stifles you all the way through
that be the pain in true
Teaching through poetry
being not easy as a song
that comes from the heart
set on its own tune and rhythm
not bound by any metric trend
be the way of many a poet.
Going rapturous over nature
with the beauty exhilarating
the rose calling you
and the trees beckoning you
could be clothed in verse
with a joy and with physical attribution.
Be not the same with the abstract
that of dealing with ideals exact
the verse come forth with a didactic note
enhancing the qualities that are to be adapted
leaving out those that are to be eschewed
there be a significant restraint and serenity around.
Each one writes differently with a style
likes not to be dictated by the famous
just being they are recognised
they tend to be authoritative in their approach
which the lesser poet likes not most
for being lesser does not mean poorer in skill and content
Pain is always abstract
but to me they are intact
the crucial pain in the knee
has robbed my glee
making me desperate
wanting to separate
the knee from my body physical
though it remains inimical
hard to not feel the startle
as it in a way crackles
there evolving a sound
when you walk around
a sudden wriggle and twist
lends a struggle and tryst
forcing a frown
with a 
tumble-down
managing the fall
getting up in all
finding not the reason
why people say in all season
that pain is abstract
which is not in fact.
Hunger is anger
evoking emotions from the heart
inducing eating pangs
Hunger is abstract
causing a sensation felt much
but not seen.
Hunger is desire
inducing a love for knowledge
not easily satisfied.
Hunger is lust.
insinuating rude and sensual violence
crying for contempt.
Hunger is strange
behaving in an abnormal scale
an attitude different.
There was a broom
in the big room
near the attic
lying static
None used it
but it was fit
With a big stick
and easy to pick.
Why was it lying there?
in a place bare
No one knew
being nothing new.
The idle things
always stings
They need to be thrown
without a frown.
None does so
piling up in a show
things unwanted
in places most wanted.
Learn to condemn
and redeem 
both in life material
and in abstract arterial.
