Who Cares For Whom!
Boatmen without boats
Meet me by the river
How long would I go with them!
The ever flowing river
River of misery
River of pain
Drowning many on the shore.
Their taunts I hear
For the work assigned
Wasting my body all day
Sixty rupees are my wages
To soothe the hunger of my kids
Sailing in different boats all of us
Beating our drums, as we go.
Borrowing increases day by day
Anyhow my life goes
Daily comes the banker
At my broken door
With his flaring tongue
Everyone worries for himself
Who cares for whom I know!
Food and water everywhere-
What spoke the needy man?
Can his hunger be soothed by seeing?
Yet, his eyes dream
Having hope
Of seeing delight
On the faces of the haves.
seema chowdhury
great poem , explains the bitter truth of life, sure for some life is that hard and difficult.
great poem , explains the bitter truth of life, sure for some life is that hard and difficult.
seema chowdhury
very interesting .
very interesting .
Michael J. Gale
Great poem! A boatman minus oars...Religious of naught good things but the bad stages of wars. Killings mean the bloody spillings. At what costs of farthings and dabloon's or even schillings? Rant and rant on some more....The ever present ravager of ill moraled sore.
Great poem! A boatman minus oars...Religious of naught good things but the bad stages of wars. Killings mean the bloody spillings. At what costs of farthings and dabloon's or even schillings? Rant and rant on some more....The ever present ravager of ill moraled sore.
Robert Ross
Thank you for the share. I don't think too many people realize just how brutal the world is. If only we could abolish money and work together for the good of all humanity.
Thank you for the share. I don't think too many people realize just how brutal the world is. If only we could abolish money and work together for the good of all humanity.
Frank James Ryan Jr./FjR
There be an on going Darwin's Theory for our genre of society...And i bristle with fear for our Sons & Daughters...especially our Son's who will more than likely witness the cold eye's of Death of War, before they (hopefully)get to experience the warm eye's of love and a family living in freedom.Excellent work...powerful and credible message well conveyed.\\\FjR//
There be an on going Darwin's Theory for our genre of society...And i bristle with fear for our Sons & Daughters...especially our Son's who will more than likely witness the cold eye's of Death of War, before they (hopefully)get to experience the warm eye's of love and a family living in freedom.Excellent work...powerful and credible message well conveyed.\\\FjR//
That he would one day "be " a "have" is the hope of his eyes. Thought provoking to all who have toiled. Money is freedom and lack of it chains. Some minds are free in bondage some hearts bound in wealth...as I said ....thought provoking imagery.