A short poem...

[NuanceOfSuchness]

Dukkha -

First life of new-born
The animated angst of its presence
Reaching, grasping, crying
The throes of the dead from all before
Maturing into cleverness
Hiding in the intellect
The many forms of throe

* Dukkha is one the Three Marks of Existence in the Buddhist teachings translated as suffering or unsatisfactoriness in its various intensities.

Greatest kindness

[badminton]

wow, nice poem.

[NuanceOfSuchness]

[har89]

It is pretty good poem. Keep it up man!