Amid the scurrying feet
In the whirling humanity
with divided aims
and sizzling brains
She paused with singularity of purpose
Never in a hurry, more at peace
On a park bench, alone
Bent and weird, she sat.
Ragged in dress, torn in body,
Face scourged by Time,
Its contours deep like ravines
Hair lying dishevelled,
Eyes shrouded in mist
Looking out into the sinking sun,
Never dreading the darkness that falls.
Determined to live on,
with the coins habitually dropped
into her stretched out hands
by those sailing past her unobtrusive self.
Like a monument of patience
She sat.
Sat, so alone!
an emotional drop.we are nothing but specks of dust in this vast cosmos.liked it.
What I think about the woman portrayed here is this. As she is determined to live on, what we assume about her past and a world that might have been responsible for her projected misery have no entity henceforth. She is powerful and therefore leave a legacy ahead, one hopes.
Thanks Valsa, enjoyed reading this poem... the imagery has been powerfully built up
The vivid imagery is touching and I feel so sorry for her! The poem evokes such tender feelings for the lonely woman.! !
Determined to live on, with the coins habitually dropped into her stretched out hands by those sailing past her unobtrusive self.......touching expression with nice theme. A brilliant poem shared incisively.10
Another beautiful piece! This lady whom you so rivetingly describe: Determined to live on, with the coins habitually dropped into her stretched out hands by those sailing past her unobtrusive self. Like a monument of patience She sat. Sat, so alone! is perhaps not alone. That is aloneness - a supreme state. Great write, Valsa-ji. (10)
So touching and so poignantly penned with soulful words......Valsa.....it really touched my heart....you are amazing
A soulful write of a helpless life..... very touching about being alone & helpless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I get an exact imagery of ur poem.such persons r illtreated and not cared by general people.you so caring poet n person.regards