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annh Dec 2018
At least you knew who I was
And managed a smile
There was comfort in that
For both of us

But you didn’t know my name
You have always known my name
You have always been my mother
Now, it seems, I am yours

There is no comfort in that
For either of us
K Balachandran May 2014
Pain gets written around one's eyes  like eye liner, for all to notice
let it be known to all now, it's our prime entitlement, these days
"Citizen pain" has become our collective name for long, do we see?
by distributing misery disproportionately, they bestowed on us this glory.
when creation of wealth happens in a maddening pace, and every one scrambles,why distribution of misery alone increases, whom to blame?

— The End —