Exactly like me
my aches.
They get up early in the morning
take a bath change clothes
apply perfumes
and go out.

The  earache goes to a concert
the eyeache to see a painting
the toothache wants to stand
in the porch smiling
the legpain dances
pain-in-the-limbs beats rhythm
headache has  a lot of things
to be silently engrossed in.

Only the mental pain
has nowhere to go
and nothing to do.
Picking up fallen leaves
and empty plastic covers
putting them on the head
it prances by the wayside.

II

When idling after supper
the tooth will say:
earache is no ache.
The eyes will interfere:
you can call only an eyeache
an ache.
You can keep the mouth the ears
the eyes and the nose closed
but can you keep us closed?
query the limbs.

Can you call something that dies
at the scent of a balm an ache?
the heart pooh-poohs.

The mind keeps mum
an aboriginal
language lost.

Arguing quarrelling climaxing
the aches slowly return
one by one
to their respective pre-prepared beds
but like me
they don’t sleep.

III

The serpent I saw
writhing at the thorns on the fence
and I let free after applying medicine
in my childhood
comes back now
with the manicyam7 
and tells me:
son of man
disentangle me
from the thornless pains
and put me back on that old fence.