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(21011965 / Islamabad-Pakistan)

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A Life Went Wrong.......the denial of life

On Hepatitis Day..approaching!

There he is, a very sick man.
Taut his face and a darkish tan.
Life for him, now a staple ban.
left not a friend nor a fan.

Wonder how others see him out.
Doubles he up in a coughing bout.
Think some, he's a filthy lout.
Punks skip by, give him a shout.

Cool and dig on the party scene.
Blonds and brunettes vied to lean.
Now he is ever hardly seen.
An no one else is either keen.

Seldom up an down the street.
Then, too often, he feels the heat.
Barely walks an drags his feet.
Eschewed even by a cop on beat.

Cringes he often clasps his hands.
Hair now thinned to wiry strands.
Stands he far at mounting stands.
Lonely soul from unknown lands.

Frail an done, lost and Gaunt.
Life's now just a slippery Slant.
No more welcome at his haunt.
He has no need and no want.

Life for him is a steady bad day.
Those he knew, turn, shy away.
Pitiable man that has no sway.
Caught up nature an yelled a stay!

Who'll pick up his dejected life?
Who's got the time for this rife?
A broken soul an body in strife.
Brooding days an toying a knife.

(Islamabad)
(May 14,2009)

Submitted: Thursday, May 14, 2009
Edited: Saturday, September 01, 2012


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  • Kanav Justa (11/7/2013 10:45:00 PM)

    ... beautifully expressed... loved the way you wrote it and also the way you used the simili..

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  • Ozark Mountain Homegrown (9/1/2013 4:25:00 PM)

    A very moving and sad poem.. abandoned and rejected...unfortunately, as so many people are, who are facing disease, sickness and poverty.. very well written..Thank you for sharing...

  • Yasmeen Khan (2/16/2013 2:03:00 PM)

    The story of a man in plight, drenched in empathy and compassion is well described.
    ''Good doctors feel their patients' pain, literally'' says a recent research.

  • Shirley Hanley (12/26/2010 6:36:00 PM)

    Saadat... I was deeply touched on a personal level by your poem as I come nearer to the end of this life...

    ~ Shirley

  • Ashraful Musaddeq (6/17/2009 1:32:00 PM)

    'Who’ll pick up his dejected life?
    Who’s got the time for this rife?
    A broken soul an body in strife.
    Brooding days an toying a knife.'

    An excellent poem that touches inside.10+++

  • Mamta Agarwal (6/15/2009 4:23:00 AM)

    very touching write. you have full control over your subject and vocabulary, which translates into vivid images and builds up the climax.
    this is untouchability in new garb.
    How it feels to be rejected and dejected, much harder to deal with than the actual disease and pain. ignorance and superstitions lead to a lot of cruelty.emotional pain hurts like a raw wound without scab.

    Mamta

  • Ruth Walters (6/14/2009 3:33:00 PM)

    Thankfully HIV need not cut life as short as before with all the new drugs available and people should be educated not to discriminate and be so scared of folk that contract it. A welcome portrayal of people's fears as it needs to be brought out into the open and discussed. Well done.

    Ruthy

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (6/9/2009 7:19:00 AM)

    Who’ll pick up his dejected life?
    Who’s got the time for this rife?
    A broken soul an body in strife.
    Brooding days an toying a knife...... sometimes we prove prone to diseases.. but who has the time........ good write dear

  • Reshma Ramesh (5/31/2009 6:51:00 AM)

    hepatitis.........we dentists are very much prone to it.............scary....well penned

  • Anna jonson (5/27/2009 9:29:00 AM)

    great rhythm, great meaning

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