Till when?

Yes, pain is a part of life
and inevitable, is strife
But, I had been vacillating
amid the confounding mind
I wished feelings to keep breathing ,
and yet, to leave the pain behind.
A vicious circle
it had been,
engendering a question-
till when?
till when will it hurt?
till when will I waver?
I wished for equanimity,
and an end to this quiver.
And I got the answer
Feelings are footprints, cemented with love
undisturbed, intact, always in preserve.
Let them sleep as a child,
don’t fiddle with them with thoughts.
to keep them buried, yet alive.
Hope will leave away with thoughts,
and it will set you free.
And, equanimous, you will then be.