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The pain of men
Is the crux of noir
It’s why girlfriends
Are found in fridges
The pain of men
Is stoic
Quietly eats away at the men
The pain of men
Drives revenge epics
Fuels classical tragedies
The pain of men
Ennobles, somehow
The pain of women
Is everyday
Everywoman
And when it is counted
It will be seen as the fire
That burns with no end
Even the tears of every man
In his gallant pain
Cannot put it out
Jayaprakash Satyamurthy lives in Bangalore. He writes various kinds of corporate content for a living. He also writes fiction. He plays the bass guitar for a band and he and his wife Yasmine work for causes they believe in, support hordes of cats and dogs, and each other’s many dreams. Jayaprakash also maintains a sporadic blog at http://aaahfooey.blogspot.com