The lonely hungry nights on the footpath or
sometimes in the neighboring slum
The eerie silence of the darkness
or the fearful noise of barking dogs.
A little girl alone, walks
until her legs stumble and she falls
In clothes torn , patched up
hair unkempt and scattered
roughly tied with a soiled hairband
she wears a look of curiousness
and doubt…
her eyes though sparkle wide…
and their innocence shines
The glaze of street lights,
sound of honking horns,
the sudden screeching of brakes on the deserted roads
in wee hours
few shadows seen moving along…
the lone soul starves
beside the marriage ceremony going in pomp,
Where tons of delicious food and desserts get stomped in garbage
the leftover of innumerable plates …
she picks and selects,
cleans and eat,
taste her buds , which were once deprived….
Under the stars, she dreams and lives
every moment , she smiles and breathes,
A little puppy lost and stranded,
licks her toe ,
warmly she picks him up
A friend, she gets in this lone world,
loyal and sweet,
runs who beside her in sun or in storm
in drenching rain
or to sit with empty stomach
on barren rocks…
A depiction capable of touching every heart.
Thank you very much Sir.
It’s beautiful Soumya, touches the heart deprived of bare essentials in a ruthless world where one should never say no to love, it can come from any quarter.
you always have an additional take from the poem,Vishal. Even though depicting the needy,you found a source worthy of love from the few words.
I liked this side of life by you.. painful and yet calm and soothing. Brilliant!
Thanks Neeraj. Indeed such people who have less than us,have much to offer us their courage and the zeal to fight back in all straits of life.
Heart-tugging words and visuals, Soumyav, but beautifully written.
Iam glad you could feel the depth of it,Lauren. Thanks
Life journey should never stop just pushing on despite hurdles – that is the game called life.
Very true. The never ending journey inspite of all odds
Ups and downs in life give life-challenges and will to survive comes from our inner self afterwards.
Yes, it is all within. Our power to stand up again and fight back.
Wisely said.
Regads