Thursday, 23 May 2013

Stitched In Black!


The Insomniac Shallow Eyes, Keen
Enough To Dribble Out The Lawmen,
Moving Hands In Customary Fashion,
Before & After Every Portly Pockets.
Puny Arms Were Scorned With Pride,
By The Mucky Nostrils & Grimy Faces.
Unhealed Cuts Seized Some Sympathy.
The Dusty Golden Hairs & The Tattered
Attires Were Not Trendy Enough, To
Convince, The Hunger Learned Bellies,
But Crisis Of Self-hood, Invited Molesters,
To Please Their Senses Or To Gift, World
With Another Filthy Basket Of Bastards.
Holding The Fortunes Of A Sweaty Day,
The Smiles Waded Into The Darkness,
As If Their Lives Were Stitched In Black!

19 comments :

  1. wow! the plight of a molested woman (especially underprivileged) has been depicted so beautifully. Every word emoted the stand so well :) lovely!

    Richa

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  2. my appreciation goes even further! you have won a leibster award :) :)

    You can pick it up here:
    http://subzeroricha.blogspot.in/2013/05/my-first-leibster-award-d-d.html

    Happy blogging :)
    Richa

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    1. Thank You Richa...I am happy that the creation has been acknowledged and appreciated but further was happy to realize that it can be interpreted through different angles. Actually when I wrote this, I had the poor children in my mind, begging on the railway platforms, hiding themselves from the cops, and their molestation rather gets unknown...but when I read the same through your angle...it seemed applicable...wow...nice imagination...an apt one too.

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  3. Holding the fortunes of a sweaty day,
    The smiles waded into the darkness
    As if their lives were stitched in black!

    So beautifully sums up the life of the street kids.

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  4. Very Nicely Written...Great Work

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  5. Very Nicely written..Great Work

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  6. Wow. Every poem of yours is simply great.
    I like the way you have woven the ocean-like words... :)

    keep inspiring.

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  7. Excellent piece! Writing a poetic verse is a lot more difficult than an article. u've expressed a poor woman's plight really well.

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  8. Im very lazy when it comes to comment but i loved the dark words and felt them.

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  9. Love your works. Passing on an award to you. Please collect it here. http://sakshinanda.blogspot.in/p/awards.html Happy blogging!

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  10. Well described with fine words :)

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  11. Haha hello Sreedev Etta. I found you because you promoted one of my posts on Indivine. I had no idea you blogged. If you are married to my cousin Parvathy Sreedev then you are who I think you are. :D Check out my own blog and let me know if you like it ;) Dont tell my cousin I blog. I am supposed to be anonymous :P

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    1. Hey dude...I am the same...you caught me right...But I am not a dedicated blogger...I had one blog earlier...but left it long back...I started this new blog very recently...I have been through your blog earlier also...you seemed to be a serious blogger though...keep writing..good job.

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