I saw this lady in a metro train with a baby collapsed in her arms and the myriad of people passing by her, with not a single kind heart taking a single step towards her to offer her help.... We, the supposed "Samaritans"!! Huh!
I saw her from a distance, perched on the footpath,
Hardly draped into anything
Shreds of clothes hanging loose on her body
Disheveledhair, strands flying away revealing the receding hairline
Heavy eyelids burdened with the cruelties of life
Blues of eyes colorless with harshness
Rolling drops acknowledging the inadvertent acceptance
Parched lips parted in a futile prayer
The soul pleading silently for the life of the inanimate body of the child, laid in front of her
Living or dead, hard to make out
Not older than ten years
An uncorked empty bottle of medicine tethered to the uncontrollable wind
Some bread crumbs littered around his body
A flock of crows eyeing at the sumptuous food
While dogs licking it clean taking breaks only to sniff at the almost lifeless body
An old brass plate sparsely filled with some dried fallen leaves
No nickel shines from the plate
No one from the passing crowd seems to have even noticed the shattered lady awaiting the end of her child’s life
As I come closer I find her body paralyzed with pain
I give her a sympathetic look and move on with the crowd
Just like everyone else, disappearing from the pitiful beckoning sight
Ignoring, if any urges to help, spare two words of kindness or stroking the cold bodies breathing life
“I can’t let such things gnaw at my pocket and neither do I have the time for something so unimportant, after all it does not help me get a new business deal or does it!”
This is absolutely brilliant and heart-breaking!!! I've been in this situation many times in my life..Romania, my country, is known all over the world for its strays and beggars!! Many of us pass them by, ignoring, not even noticing they are there...dirty, hungry, helpless, dead!!! Many of us think they're just pretending!!!! We pass them by regardless to their fate..without any regrets or second thoughts. Sometimes, but very rarely, someone would give them money or ask them if they're okay...but these people, probably used to our ignorance, are savage, they have probably forgotten how to receive someone else's help.
Even scientific theories have proven that the more people there are around a stranger in need of help the less likely he/she will receive actual help. You know why??? Because each person will think the same "Why should i help him. There are so many people around...someone else should do it"...hilarious and cruel in the same time.
Your poem is a great lesson about how selfish and self-centered we are...and we don't even know about it.
We pass the helpless by....the regrets pass us by ...so fast!!!!
I loved your creation and i will definitely save it in my library!!! Awesome work!!!!!
Many many kudos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
You captured the sense of despair and helplessness in this work so brilliantly I hate it took me so long to finally be able to read it! Excellent work!
Nice stuff...heart wrenching...could have been more economical towards the end...objective correlative would be mor effecive than pouring your thoughts directly. What say?
I have issues with the modern world and it is all to do with judgement and weakness, we judge so quickly (using others opinions as sway) and are not strong enough to do our own thing. This is in every aspect of the world, and most definately shown in this piece.
I do not pass on with the crowd, and for this I receive ridicule (sp), why is this? how did we get this lost?
This is a brilliant piece of work honey, descriptive artistry at its finest.
Oh my dear friend you know just how to tug at the heart strings, this is such a sad piece knowing that it is true. Ashamed we should all bow our heads in shame cause I think we all have turned the blind eye on something like that before.
Brilliantly written in a very disturbing way, eye opener to say the least!
This is heart breaking. You wrote this with incredible passion and lucidity and were right to the point, no excessive wording and I like that. I suppose if this is a common sight, people just sort of take it for granted, like we tend to think when we see the homeless on the streets with the signs, "Will work for food."
Is it common in India to see this? I don't think I would be able to pass. This mother's heart had to be breaking...A very powerful write!
This is stunning! You've given this picture great justice. It's very sad when we see something so real, and yet we automatically want to disguard it as not. We want to say, I didn't really see that. You've done this woman and her child justice. Very well done!
Great, great piece of writing here. One of the most painfully descriptive pieces I've read in a minute. And the plight of our people is worsened, only by the flight of the rest.
" The Outlaws Song" was a brilliant review, of a brilliant piece. We all have been in that situation. There's so many con artists, so many mentally ill, who may attack, so many stories that would require enormous time. Someone else will help. I have been homeless, and on the street, I know the lame games played. But, there is also a brutal truth to some, a desperate hopelessness. This was an excellent write. Publishable. Rain..
Well thought out and nicely written. I'm a bit confused between this being a half a poem and half a vivid description of what you saw. That doesn't take away the impact of the words just that some of it could have a more poetic feel. Perhaps, because of the disturbing nature of the work, you wanted to avoid this.
I guess because the world moves so fast these days people don't have time to stop and consider others and their feelings and thoughts. To leave someone to their death is quite horrific and certainly in a one on one situation impossible to imagine. However I think sometimes when we want to, disappearing into a crowd is the easiest option and less hassle.
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