Pain Of Life Poem by lalitha iyer

Pain
who coined it?
is it beautiful
or ugly?
why no word could partner it?
You could not marry pain to joy
pain always panting in the pan
fried with self imposed aches and agonies
scanning, self introspection, self torture, self punishments
the list of masters controlling the mind.

Pained
at the fall of a bud
at the call of the cuckoo
at the look of a pet dog
which has not company
pained at the eyes of deprivation
the images of loneliness
cruelty, perverted savagery, hypocrisy, dirty bestiality
what is pain which rules my heart and yours too.

Pain is the suffering of faith
faith-who are you?
faith is the tube of connectivity
between the foetus and the mothers blood
supplying life and food to the baby life
faith in love and well being of lives in general
and expectation that mutual feelings shall be reciprocated
when faith is cut or about to be cut
the dying child of life suffers
it withers and is wiped out

Pain-sign of annihilation of the urge to live
to be happy, to enjoy, it cuts off the reason for existence
why live, why exist in this conscious world
if there are no more any loving and lovable creatures
if only money speaks, why selfishly breathe
you, yours, your family, your pride, ego, ends and needs
trample, crush, rape, plunder all other innocence
if life is without the giggles and laughters
without smiles of love and compassion and kindness
why breathe to mate and eat, why breathe to brethren kill.

Paining-raining sadness pernially
expecting minimum decencies
basic courtesies
simple warmth and willingness to co-exist
just do not steal, do not pollute my garden
do not pluck my flowers, do not thorn my heart
with your vampish attacks, may every beauty of being thrive
do not bury the new born with your sarcastic tribes.