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Pain of Living



A flyover collapses
over the corpse of human life
and a bomb explodes across the street
in what is known as another Country
a large conglomerate of blood and fear
spills all over
and the dirty mind laughs
an over-speeding drunk vehicle rams
into a trivial footpath
and some perish
the creation which took painful nine months
gets out of this world
in friction of nanoseconds
should this bring a numbness to the heart
or a “life goes on” hashtag in the brain
to inspire the self-degraded human mind
of course their kids died, why should we bother
the news channels bring the new chemistry to the chaos
the morning innocent Sun and the silence
and the newspapers are an imperfect match
morning Tea is still better
the subtle pain of the mind, though
stays in the corridor of thoughts
every life, killed so ruthlessly
every day, mostly so, without any reason
makes living so fragile, so decadent, so liquid
trampled by politics
and fuelled by greed
life is a monosyllabic myth

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