Dhukka (The Feeling Of Suffering) Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Please don't tickle my head;
a prison with two eye pieces,
two microphones, a loud speaker,
a toasting spade and two mood swingers.

Please don't show me your styles;
the feeling of suffering already in head,
can't roll over on bed and then wake,
the feeling of suffering is not dormant,

scared of tomorrow's unknown,
worries of yesterday's known,
a child in me put on a new playground,
playing is done with a membranous knot,

Leave me alone, Boy, I want to scratch;
the old wound has to be nursed with nail spray,
the feeling of suffering in many faces and phases,
no one has been liberated since the world's birth..