Pain And Painful

© S K Iyer

It is not a pain -
A kind of torturing sensation.
Head spins,
slowly a curtain of darkness falls,
vision faints, belly caves in,
sticky tongue licks the dry lips,
craving dies down.
On the anesthetic plain,
the emaciated body falls
with unknown but familiar uneasiness,
on the earth of human.
In a trance of senselessness,
the whole world disappears.
Death hides behind the pain  -
the hunger, twin brother of poverty.
It is painful.
Neglecting the throes  -
The struggle between life and death,
world thrives on sensual pleasures.
Forgets itself for a while
releases into this wily world
yet another life to suffer.
Life, ridiculously you failed
to learn from your past
and teach yourself the present.
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