For the likes of us!

For the likes of us,
whose hearts continue to ache
as if they were meant to always hurt and bleed
What good will your painkiller do to us?

For the likes of us,
Who can overwhelm ourselves,
Just by the sight of a falling flower
A peaceful sea, dying dream
Our unholy being
What will your highly scientific drug do to us?

For the likes of us,
Who swear by Ghalib, in pain
Rush to Rumi, in disdain
Reach out for Tagore, on unbearable days
What will your prescription of pills do to us?

For the likes of us,
Who choke almost to death,
In our cubicles where air is sucked out
Of our lungs and souls
Hit the bed wanting to sleep
Wishing to not be ‘me’
What will your combination of anti this and pro that, do to us?