sathya narayana

Rookie - 294 Points (12-06-1958 / Nellore, Andhra Pradesh)

A L M S - Poem by sathya narayana

A donkey with stacks on its back
Takes what joy in his traipse on roads flinty
Be they sand bags or sandal planks
Earns those same hayricks, as ultimate fees

For a menial, crushing clods
What Sunshine in life, his moil can dawn
In paddy fields or for precious lodes
Rakes the same rewards of few steel coins

Mind you! The meaning of these alms
Tossed by mean masters at their thralls’ grovel
“Alive they come for one more Diem
To fill rosters at the chime of the bell”

With ample breath to toil and shrivel
But not enough to question and rebel

Comments about A L M S by sathya narayana

  • Surya . (8/6/2009 7:39:00 PM)

    a wonderful poem. nice flow. a compassionate mind
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  • Alison Cassidy (8/1/2009 10:20:00 PM)

    This is a most perceptive poem, Sathya about the powerlessness of the proletariat. I suppose one of the reasons unions came into being was to fight collectively for the rights that workers are incapable of demanding alone. Your final couplet expresses it perfectly. A well thought out and composed poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

  • Aijaz Asif (7/31/2009 4:17:00 AM)

    a marvelous write with a very deep and good message indeed bhayya, well from reading and re-reading this marvelous piece I came to understand that, no matter how hard we work we earn only what we are destined to get....i might be wrong, but it surely is a great write....thanks many 10'sssss as always

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  • G. Murdock (7/30/2009 3:33:00 PM)

    I saw the comparison of animal and man at a level of earning which is bare subsitance. The donkey continues its toil for whatever nurturing its owner affords, the owner his toil for whatever nurturing compassion rewards. Your a wordsmith who fashions poems for whatever alms your inner motivation rewards. I drew much from this, thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Martyres Sandra Martyres (7/29/2009 8:36:00 AM)

    An excellent write bring out the tragic conditions under which labour is forced to work so eloquently - the last stanza is particularly touching....10 (Report) Reply

  • Shashendra Amalshan (7/27/2009 1:31:00 PM)

    hello my dear sir...

    hi! ! 1 after a long time i m reading a one of yours i guess.. i really like the way you v composed this one.. these days i v been reading and visiting poets who writes about love.... and musical ones.......
    and you what.. this one is presented in most readable manner indeed....

    'With ample breath to toil and shrivel
    But not enough to question and rebel'

    meaningful and nice composition indeed....

    with love
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  • Maia Padua Maia Padua (7/24/2009 12:46:00 AM)

    Very meaningful...touching
    the picture is so vivd
    the dark side of labor...expressed unfair labor practice...
    if in lateral, the donkey or any farm animal too can never complain...
    this is an an awakening piece...and this is really happening, not only in your place but here in our country also.
    Its nice you made a poem out of this....showing your care and concern
    the dark side of labor...
    and if there's a poem like this then its possible there will b e a poem on the positive there is happy and dark poetry.....
    With Sir Sathya's brilliancy, versatility and observations, this poem will be made salute to you, Sir..

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  • Ravi A Ravi A (7/23/2009 12:08:00 PM)

    Every generation has rebelled and today's reformation is the totality of all these historical protests. There were really land lords who took care of their working labour class but when history is written, we forget them. Oasis was also there. We have a general feeling that the working labour class was always totally ignorned by the elate class. This is not true. Within human nature, everything is possible - this way and that way. So, I don't wish to see such things only in a pre-defined way. Good land lords also were there. We can trace our own family history for an evidence. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 23, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 22, 2009

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