be as a blood
to a bleeding answer
i am a wound
who lives on blood
like a beautiful leech
the last
hundred rupees
has been withdrawn
suddenly
everything turns
cold and numb
like death!!
misery
like a gangrene
ripples into my
blood
bones
and maybe my skin too!!
ambushed
bruised and defeated
wearing the carcass
of penury
i run from everyone!!
cold and numb
like death!!
misery
like a gangrene
ripples into my
blood
bones
and maybe my skin too!!
ambushed
bruised and defeated
wearing the carcass
of penury
i run from everyone!!
cousins
acquaintances
neighbours
shopkeepers
the newspaper vendor
the cable guy
and my weather friends!!
buried in my cocoon
i go to
the darkness of my room
where hunger is my only friend
the smiling cup of tea
my only solace!!
battling monsters
in this dark obscurity
' now ' after ages
i dust the cobwebs
of my mind
as i try to write
about
neighbours
shopkeepers
the newspaper vendor
the cable guy
and my weather friends!!
buried in my cocoon
i go to
the darkness of my room
where hunger is my only friend
the smiling cup of tea
my only solace!!
battling monsters
in this dark obscurity
' now ' after ages
i dust the cobwebs
of my mind
as i try to write
about
this cursed
and damned
poverty's child!!
and damned
poverty's child!!
even this borrowed bidi
has now started
has now started
showing tantrums
it refuses to light
this flesh is really sad
but i laugh :) :)
as i rot
and burn
but i laugh :) :)
as i rot
and burn
in this fire
of
poverty
poverty
: rupee is an Indian currency
bidi known as poor man's cigarette is an Indian cigarette wrapped in a tendu
15 comments:
Enjoyable post thank you
You have tried very well to write about this cursed and damned poverty's child story!!! thank you for sharing the post..
u r growing day by day as a poet :)
Deep indeed Rigzin! Keep sharing your wonderful blogs with me! Love them.
I can see a great poet in you. Deep thoughts reflecting from every single line. Glad to read your poems.:-)
I can see a great poet in you. Deep thoughts reflecting from every single line. Glad to read your poems.:-)
Very intense! And very well expressed too...
Cheers, Archana - www.travelwitharchie.com
i am a wound
who lives on blood
like a beautiful leech. . .
Wonderful poem
. .every word n phrase strikes the mind like a chord and then it tell us to reread it again. . .ur poem is like this. . keep writing
A wonderful poem! I love how it gushes out. What a beautiful flow of thoughts. Lovely indeed.
Poverty is an evil fire which burns each little good thing.
Once again, a classy and a thoughtful piece of writing, Riggs :)
Deep and touching! :( Very well expressed the nature of poverty. No one should suffer from it :/
Heart wrenching, poigant and beautiful.
Deep
Deep
I see a reflection of Bukowski here.... Beautifully written...
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