*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.*

k-balachandran

When pain is the common denominator

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