on pain..

on the streets of this strange city,
i have to re-think my notions.

on everything.
on humanity, on companionship,
on love;
on pain..

physical pain was extra-ordinary for me.
inside our homes, a pain or a wound used to be highly attended
every bit of care taken from the moment it appears till its last day.
i dint know it was a fortunate luxury to have.

some day on the street i saw a boy
he had a wound on his belly
it was a big one, puss coming out from it..
its sight frigtened me.
and the look in his eyes startled.
he was playing with a girl of the same age,
he almost dint know such a thing existed on his body.
what was his chances of living?
it was so huge that it must've spread inside.

yesterday i saw a dog
it looked like it suffered from far
when i reached near, i realised
it had a part of his head cut off.
its skull was seen.

and now,
i feel ashamed of using the word pain
even without having the slightest idea
of what it really means
for being a part of that priviledged lot
who dont really understand any of these words truely.
hunger, poverty, shelter,
life.