the pain ?

-
"do you have any 
license to feel 
your credited pain ?
is it necessary to
derogate your 
neighbour's pain ? 
why do syringes 
inject chemicalized 
pain in my veins ?
why do people fuck 
my courage saying 
i'm easier than the pain ?
should we penalize 
mortal humans who lift 
their lives above the pain?
do we always need to 
exemplify swollen eyes
to justify the pain ?
how come these 
powerful 'men' don't 
read elegies with pain ?
do they still assume 
i cut my throat, spilled 
the blood without pain ?
does my favourite artist 
design the art while
relating with my pain ?
when did these papers 
earn strength to carry
weight, strain and pain ?
can people leave us
before we learn how 
they never reach us in pain ?
does the setting sun still
remember my static eyes 
carrying immeasurable pain ?
am i allowed to question 
everything which has ever 
tamed me and my pain ?"
once someone whispered 
in my ears with pain,
"you don't know
what's the real pain !"

- chetna 🌻 



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