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Harindhar Reddy

Rookie - 296 Points (Sept/19/1983 / Haliya, Hyderabad, India)

April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A1 Story


World has advanced in many days...
Yet in 21st Century poverty retains in umpteen ways;
Hunger glinted in his eyes...
He does begging and petty thievery, at the same time!
Cheeks were sunken and clothes were in rags but still, a crime!
Believe I swear in the name of god, my words are not lies.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.

I saw a rag picker scrounging for a coin in the garbage,
Though he is with bare foot who knows as bub, he is cute!
Owing to the troubles he met, made him mute.
He can fill the rivers with poverty's tears...
His eyes were pale and mouth opened for food cabbage!
One among is he, pleading and begging the passersby yet nobody hears.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.

The street is lighted with half naked
Bodies go begging down, the street and half fed,
From head to toe they're covered with poverty, yet
With pain and misery as their make-up set;
Hunger is present in their stomach and a rat's race!
And it is vaguely seen on their face and a food race.
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.

Labourers in construction breaking the stones...
And lifting the bricks while scorching sun is the witness!
They work bodily, resembles awkward dance of a heap of bones,
The skin saturates and swallows the heat, I bet!
Leaving it dark as the midnight sky, oh! What a mess!
Their hopes are dashed; life is smashed of body’s sweat!

The Mother weeps and father yells!
Sitting in the house of poverty and what-else!
Small sister sleeps and her little brother dies and I linger;
His father only stares as he is killed by hunger...
Why doctors only cure diseases and why not
Poverty - the biggest disease of all. Is it not?
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.

Every now and then in newspapers, I hear
The death of a peasant or two, oh my dear!
Unable to feed family, life has become Herculean task,
Drowned himself in melancholy, under hunger mask!
Bogged down under wheels of Pressure, not to hide...
Due to debts of treasure, he committed suicide!
April, March! Soldiers search for Hunger march at poverty's home.

Lot of hunger and empty bowl without food is poverty,
Not having one more dress to take bath is poverty,
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*A big NOTICE BOARD: Oops! Sorry the poem is NOT completed. This is just break time! Now read to make your reading wholesome read PART - 2

April, March! Soldiers Search for HUNGER MARCH - A2 Story

Submitted: Monday, August 08, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, October 25, 2011

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  • Rookie - 149 Points Queeny Gona (4/15/2012 8:01:00 AM)

    Hats off to your way of writing. I loved the way you threw light on all the major issues that a society faces in developing countries like India and as such the whole World. I felt the pain of being poor when I was going through the write up! Clear cut view of poverty and solution is what I am looking forward to hear from you in your next write up. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Crimson Love (12/3/2011 3:04:00 AM)

    'Labourers in construction breaking the stones...
    And lifting the bricks while scorching sun is the witness!
    They work bodily, resembles awkward dance of a heap of bones'

    Very vivid imageries, it is a fantastic write! : D (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jacqui Broad (11/9/2011 2:34:00 PM)

    I saw a different side of you... I'm speechless by this amazing poem. If I must read part 2 now my heart will break... A powerful, frustrated shout of a true poet who can't stand the cruelty of humans to humankind. What else is poverty than the abandoning of the less fortunate. Makes Hitler seems like a kind man... Your poem has touched me deeply... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jacqui Broad (11/9/2011 2:32:00 PM)

    I saw a different side of you... I'm speechless by this amazing poem. If I must read part 2 now my heart will break... A powerful, frustrated shout of a true poet who can't stand the cruelty of humans to humankind. What else is poverty than the abandoning of the less fortunate. Makes Hitler seems like a kind man... Your poem has touched me deeply... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Jacqui Broad (11/9/2011 2:32:00 PM)

    I saw a different side of you... I'm speechless by this amazing poem. If I must read part 2 now my heart will break... A powerful, frustrated shout of a true poet who can't stand the cruelty of humans to humankind. What else is poverty than the abandoning of the less fortunate. Makes Hitler seems like a kind man... Your poem has touched me deeply... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Shanavas Maideen (10/28/2011 12:41:00 PM)

    Though he is with bare foot who knows as bub, he is cute!
    Owing to the troubles he met, made him mute.
    He can fill the rivers with poverty's tears...
    His eyes were pale and mouth opened for food cabbage!

    Yes poverty is crime, it gifts hunger to the poor people. My hear melt like camphor after reading this poem. Well said what i like in the poem is the truth I see in it. Good attempt! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 61 Points Vipins Puthooran (10/26/2011 3:11:00 PM)

    Yes, Poverty is the biggest disease of all,
    How can we diagnose its signs and symptoms or cure its complications, ,
    Another great poem from a great writer! ! !
    Your poems make a light into the sufferings of human race, ,
    You are a great philanthropist! ! !
    Tops marks, , more than a 10++++++ (Report) Reply

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