Arti Chopra

Rookie (16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

The Beggarwoman - Poem by Arti Chopra

Hands outstretched
Head bowed
She stood
Among the flood of vehicles
At the crossing
She stood,
Shrivelled baby
Perched at her hip
In the blazing sun
Eyes entreating
Hands pleading
The baby kept crying
And I kept dying
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  • Freshman - 537 Points Mohabeer Beeharry (8/25/2013 3:13:00 PM)

    I do not blame you for being so affected.
    But this is crude reality.
    An etch on our conscience

    It a lovely writing. Lots of feeling, pent up.
    Well done.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013

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