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M. AFZAL tries to find out the meaning of life through his unsaid pain
The word life has been defined in a variety of ways. Some describe it as a strenuous struggle, while as some take it as a period of enjoyment. Scholars explain it in a scholarly way. Poets have their own interpretation. As a popular maxim goes: it is a bed of thorns. Whatsoever, to me it is a pain. A tougher challenge. This pain pushed me into a deep quagmire of turbulence and torment, which sounds to be my asylum for good. The pain since my birth, has made me sleep on a bed full of thorns. I struggled to turn this bed of thorns into a bed of roses, but all my efforts ended in some way when my pesky experience made me admit and acknowledge the fact that roses bloom into a rose only when it lies in the company of thorns. It is thorns that make a flower to bloom, a fragrant and beautiful rose. Although thorns sting us, but make us take the steps painstakingly. Pain that we curse is a blessing as it at times warns us of some sort of snag in our machine. However, it is the life story of saints and sages. But there is no denying the fact that all the great men of the world reached greatness only when they could arrange the pain as the steps to elevation. Pain enables one to lead a successful and dignified life.
The pain I am feeling in my heart, has set the organs of my body on fire. If the burning flames of my body would give light to those caught in the darkness it will give warmth to my life become a source of serenity and solace to my restless heart.
So again the same question; what is life? In real sense, it is the real worship of a sincere worshipper, it is the philanthropy of a magnanimous philanthropist. It is a long cherished dream of saints and sages. It is the voice of the heart of revolutionaries. It is the message that all holy books contain and convey. It is to fall in love with the creator and His creation. It is to sacrifice for a peerless cause. It is what not, but not the pain that pains, rather the pain that makes one live even after the death.
(BOX) The pain I am feeling in my heart has set the organs of my body on fire. If the burning flames of my body would give light to those caught in the darkness it will give warmth to my life and would become a source of serenity and solace to my restless heart.