Empty The Load Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

Jaya a little confusion truck symbolised what I hope head and the things thought, these lines / Now, the time has Come Made me feel I cannot do anything on my own...My things My people My place I cannot decide Really pathetic..... please let me know if wrong thank nice poem thank you

the poetess really touch the real effects of life the socieWe are the only authorised Ones To empty the load. ty...

This has become the order of the day...Geetha.....we are nobody with our things, with our people as we are being ruled by unruly system.....anyway you have presented this in a very beautiful way

Poem seems to say much more than meets the eye. I relate this to number of Godmen mushrooming everywhere who take upon themselves to take away all the supposed sins of their gullible followers leaving no choice for one to find other alternatives. A nice thoughtful poem.

stand back and let the load empty itself. good read

Sometimes they need to stand back. A great poem.

The organized head load workers are becoming a menace sometimes! In railway stations, these so called porters will snatch away our luggage though it may be very light which we ourselves can easily handle. Later they will charge you like anything and we will have to pay through the nose. A menacing social problem is beautifully brought out! Thank you Geetha!