Geetha Jayakumar

Gold Star - 8,107 Points (Kerala Palakkad)

Empty The Load - Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

Don't touch the things
On truck

Why?

We are the only authorised
Ones
To empty the load.

I can choose who
Should unload my truck.

Nope, you cannot
As long as we are here.

Ok.fine.
We will ourselves
Un Load the truck

No you cant
Its our area we will decide.

I have just shifted
To this new place
And these are my household
Things and along
With me are my relatives and friends.

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.....

©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.

Geetha Jayakumar.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

This poem can be taken in different meanings so I didn't comment on it..
Valuable comment by Valsa given in this section is also the reason for the poem, I penned down...

Comments about Empty The Load by Geetha Jayakumar

  • Gold Star - 16,060 Points Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (10/25/2014 1:20:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 558 Points Tribhawan Kaul (9/15/2013 12:25:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,802 Points Heather Wilkins (9/14/2013 8:02:00 PM)

    stand back and let the load empty itself. good read (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 3,696 Points Dave Walker (9/14/2013 4:33:00 PM)

    Sometimes they need to stand back. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 20,480 Points Valsa George (9/14/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    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! (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,980 Points Kee Thampi (9/14/2013 1:32:00 AM)

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

  • Gold Star - 39,733 Points Aftab Alam Khursheed (9/13/2013 9:29:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, November 4, 2014


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