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.