Treasure Island

Queeny Gona

(16th august,1987 / KANIGIRI)

Today's Children


Pale-scale, almost lifeless
Resembling the ones
Placed on coffin
For bidding
Farewell!

No passer by
Can ignore their sigh
So did I give my best strive
To ease their belly for a while
Pulled my collar and counted it a pride!

Whoops! Few steps ahead
Shattered my brains
To face glut hands
All around, I
Stepped!

Remote village to hi-tech city
The scene repeats allover
Earlier helplessness
But today it’s a
Huge mafia!

Come on!
End this flight
Let the world fight
For Children’s right
To curb the evil straight

Submitted: Thursday, October 31, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, November 05, 2013

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  • Queeny Gona (11/16/2013 6:14:00 AM)

    Yes dear Heather ma'am, I concur with Sir David Wood s remarks and I am left with the same question, how would they get it?

    For some poverty, helplessness to some other yet majority are on streets due to mafia! This has to be controlled in prime line dear Ma'am (Report) Reply

  • Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (11/14/2013 10:50:00 AM)

    The truth behind every bony child
    Is a uncaring potbelly walking ahead
    Some have too much and will not share
    Be it material wealth or just plain bread........

    Good poem and I welcome you to my page too (Report) Reply

  • Kanav Justa (11/14/2013 8:00:00 AM)

    Amazing poem... loved the increasing and decreasing length of the stanzas..: p (Report) Reply

  • Kee Thampi (11/8/2013 9:26:00 PM)

    this poetess makes a wonder in her deep concern of children, she is my best poet to be loved to my heart
    Can ignore their sigh
    So did I give my best strive
    To ease their belly for a while
    Pulled my collar and counted it a pride!
    Can ignore their sigh
    So did I give my best strive
    To ease their belly for a while
    Pulled my collar and counted it a pride!
    be loved (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (11/4/2013 4:53:00 PM)

    I agree with David, a good education of the children is a must it will change society. a good read (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (11/4/2013 10:27:00 AM)

    ''Raised I collar, counting it a pride! '' - -pulled my collar and counted it a pride..........enjoyed the poem... (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (11/4/2013 7:39:00 AM)

    It is a sad fact that there are hundreds of street children in society. Education is the only way out for them but how do they get it? A god thoughtful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/3/2013 1:24:00 AM)

    Queeny, I feel that you are a mature person more than your age warrants! Such thoughts and actions from the part of youngsters are going to change the world! Innocent children are exploited by the greedy mafia! Making money is the sole aim of some people, least thoughtful of who all are mercilessly exploited! A powerful write! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (11/2/2013 10:14:00 AM)

    When these tiny tots begin to have real smile blooming on their faces, we shall begin to rejoice about our civilization. Queeny Gonna, now you have gone an extra mile into the diverse region of poetry, I feel. (Report) Reply

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