The PeripheryA Poem by kamranIt is a poem that captures the aspect of rural and urban poverty.At the centre of all worldly things The fast humming cars, the fitting bright clothes That makes men mad for women And women swoon for men Our tables, our chairs, our books Our wallets and all that we call ours Lies the toil, sweat and labor The blackened hands, the bonny bodies Whom we cast out of our existence They have nothing to call ‘their own’
At the center of all our gourmet pleasures Our sandwiches, our steaks, our coca-cola bottles Our lollipops, our ice-creams, our candies Lies the broken backs of farmers Their corpses hanging with a noose around their necks And those left, still toil for us In villages we never wish to visit We live at the centre Where all the movie stars do Where all the glamour is We want to go to malls And be surrounded by friends Who have the same things we do We want lovers dressed in fine clothes Who take us to fine restaurants And as we pass in our fast cars We see the orphan children of the farmers Begging on the streets for food
Our friends toss a sandwich from the car And watch the hungry children fight For our own pleasure
How much pleasure can we afford At the cost of those not at the center? A day will surely come When red brick walls would rise From the periphery; walls of resistance That will imprison us in our own needs. © 2015 kamran |
StatsAuthorkamranNew Delhi, South Delhi, IndiaAboutI am a student of English literature at Sri Venkateswara College. My poetry has been published in the online literary journal of poetry 'London Grip'. Apart from writing, I am also involved in Left-wi.. more..Writing
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