Piling mounds of plastic bags.
Rotting heaps of oily rags.
Sifting, rifting weathered hags.
Cut and scarred by piercing jags.
Baking days and restless nights.
Bickering bouts and endless fights.
Talk of walks and animal rights.
Acrid smoke and filtered lights.
Gov, they say! Blares a bountiful crop.
Ouch! Damned nail in that broken mop.
Crowing rooks are the only birds.
Barking dogs are intently heard.
Decked up sahib's that never erred
at foraging kids spit nasty words.
Ages it's been since I've been fed.
Bare my feet and bare my head.
It's almost June and I will be bled.
At times I wish I'd rather be dead.
Gov, they say! Blares a bountiful crop.
Ouch! Damned nail in that broken mop.
Yesterday I found a reasonable hat.
Hadn't it been for the scurrying rat,
the pestering drone of a shiny gnat.
Might've stumbled on a matching mat.
The wail of the preacher hauls me up.
In vain I search for the empty cup.
I clutch my tummy and want to sup.
Wish I'd slept and not woken up.
Gov, they say! Blares a bountiful crop.
Ouch! Damned nail in that broken mop.
That grumpy man he strangely hops.
Leans on the stick and the leg he lops.
His tatters bound with fraying ropes
Painfully bent at the bin he gropes.
Cushioned and soft is where I lay.
Just as it was when I slept on hay
My own home on a patch of clay.
Open spaces for my kids to play.
Gov, they say! Blares a bountiful crop.
Ouch! Damned nail in that broken mop.
Now home is here, this festering heap.
On smoldering scrap and offal steep.
Damn sulking kids they always weep.
Had some crumbs and I want to sleep.
My aching limbs are sore and frail.
If only some one heard me wail.
At a feverish pitch I rant and rail.
Add more pages to my woeful tale.
Gov, they say! Blares a bountiful crop.
Ouch! Damned nail in that broken mop.
I found this most interesting as you had laid down a patter was as a relentless train, which im guessing would be your intention, the other thing that interested me as lets face it i review to improve my writing skills but i liked how you completed many lines with quite regular completion words yet non of this was predictable...fine piece saadat
What should i said here all already taken by fellow poets, just to say hey the rhyme is so cool.... anyway since Eid is coming for you, soon Baking cake and restless stomach i know u will yum yum yum Joking! the serious message is always you, personal and important..very well done_SOul
Deep and Powerful! A reservoir of great rhymes and rich imagery! Beautifully crafted and thought provoking! 10+++ I truly enjoyed it! Thank you for sharing my dear brother and keep it up! The Almighty Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo-NYC
The misery of the distressed people is depicted with superb word play and rhythm. Impressive indeed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I clutch my tummy and want to sup. Wish I'd slept and not woken up. When are we going to see the dawn? The situation of economically deprived people is well described here!