Treasure Island

veeraiyah subbulakshmi


A Drop


When unemployed,
Why the desires are desired more?
Why the more worries are worried?
Why the needs are increased?
Why the inability is enabled?
Why the confidence Is disabled?
More than ever as a rat,
Yet to be caught,
In the trap of illusion,
Of others ignoring us,
Not being respected.

Millions of us,
May be unemployed,
With little savings,
With Monthly mortgages,
A few mouths to feed,
A strong heart to hold and cherish,
not to let this little boat to drift away,
Believe me, we are the survivors,
This obstacle will be removed,
As the morning dew,
Disappear in front of sun.
Until the day comes,
Let us lead a simple life.

Then we save enough,
To live a comfortable life.
In another crisis,
help those,
who are unemployed,
to get over the difficult,
period of their life.
until then, explore the gardens,
in our cities,
where the fresh air is free,
to oxygenate.

Submitted: Saturday, March 10, 2012
Edited: Saturday, March 10, 2012

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  • Thomas A Robinson (7/18/2012 7:43:00 AM)

    Yes, I have endured pangs of unemployment.The losses that one learns to do without.But I learned
    that until you loose everything you cannot have anything.When I look back I think It was the happiest
    time of my life. (Report) Reply

  • Parithi Muthurasan (4/7/2012 8:15:00 AM)

    This obstacle will be removed,
    As the morning dew,
    Disappear in front of sun.
    Until the day comes,
    Let us lead a simple life.--these lines expose the realism of life (Report) Reply

  • Raj Arumugam (3/10/2012 11:53:00 PM)

    This poem reflects our times, VS...everyday we read about people losing their jobs and, as you know, it is no different even in Europe, in the advanced economies...I like the message of a better day in your poem and this remedy:
    until then, explore the gardens,
    in our cities,
    where the fresh air is free,
    to oxygenate. (Report) Reply

  • Pheko Motaung (3/10/2012 1:05:00 PM)

    A powerful poem! Painfully humorous and hurtful and inspiring! A fabulous one by you! Thanks (Report) Reply

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