Shouvik Roy

(26th january 1992 / Kolkata)

At St. Vagrant Road


I loved roads,
A hobby since old times,
Every road was known
To me, broad roads, narrow roads,
Long roads, short roads,
And the roads without a rhyme.
But I knew a road, a road hated by me
For it was too eerie, too loud;
Cries, screams and shrieks of beggars
In the air, cruel road, creepy road,
"St. Vagrant road" I shouted aloud.
Never should I step on it-
I thought, but one fine day,
The good roads were blocked away,
Blame the new King's hail,
So I took St. Vagrant road
And walked on it, like every day.
Screams, cries, shrieks
Of beggars lined up by the street,
Naked, all of them,
Nearing death,
"Dear lord have mercy on them".
Men pass them by, letting them die
As no one throws a coin,
"They can't get crueler".
The screams get louder, the cries get louder,
Still nobody throws a coin,
"Bastards, they can't get crueler".
So with mercy in my heart
I walked ahead of the bastards.
Stopping by a naked beggar,
I smiled, he smiled back;
Beamed, gleamed his face,
Then money was sought,
And with mercy in my heart
I go for a coin.
Empty pocket! Empty pocket!
My heart shouts aloud,
Louder than the screams,
Louder than the cries.
A moment of deep thought-
Bills I have to pay,
Payments I have to make,
And so to the beaming beggar I said
"Sorry my friend, some other day"
And walked away.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 04, 2012

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  • Kamal N. Baruah (7/6/2012 1:37:00 PM)

    Oh my god, I don know u but I know u r great..... It is so vividd... So realistic, so artistic, so much natural... I can read ds poem thousand times n never get bored... Its jus d awesome work of u... (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (7/5/2012 9:07:00 AM)

    St. Vagrant street is a creation of my own, wrote shouvik Roy,
    That is all I want, Shouvik Roy. Because Indians do not let another Indian go naked, unless he is mentally retarded, so that another Indian is not in a position to help him. I have been to many parts of India, but I had never seen a scene as you described here..
    Thank you for the explanation, which many of the poets would not do here and I appreciate your sincerity. (Report) Reply

  • Wabi Sabi (7/5/2012 3:38:00 AM)

    it is a very sad pom meanwhile giving away a thought-provoking. what you want to do about it must be the key to not only a better society but also this poem sounding better (Report) Reply

  • Shouvik Roy (7/5/2012 1:03:00 AM)

    What makes you thing i haven't dreamed of it? you are right, we hallucinate, and if you ask, i would say its in india or if it doesnt satisfy you yet, i would say it's all in my mind, and St. Vagrant street is a creation of my own, all of india is naked (even if they have millions, you know what I mean) , so i don't need to say much...thank you for your time...
    there are many streets in kolkata were you will find beggars lined up and yelping for money...but i haven't copied the entire scenario, a bit of exaggeration is always allowed, isn't it? (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (7/4/2012 8:46:00 PM)

    Poets are dreamers and sometimes they hallucinates. During such hallucinations they forget the facts and figures. Could you please Identify this St. Vagrant street, where the beggar are naked, all of them, nearing the end. Is this street located in Calcutta or all over India or in London or in New York?
    The concept of this poem is good as you like to put it clear that the ordinary person on the road is as bad as a beggar, because he too has no money, (but at the same time when you like to shadow something, we have to shadow the things based on the same category. When you shadow the first paragraph for the bad thing, second good, third for bad. What is the meaning for the shadow?)
    The information in the bracket is irrelevant to this poem. Isn't it? Just like that, the 'additional spicy part' is not relevant to your poem at all, because there is no truth in it.... If not for that controversial part, I could have given you full marks.. (Report) Reply

  • Kasia Fedyk (7/4/2012 3:11:00 PM)

    Amazing poem once again I love the way you write the way so simply and beautifully give us the readers such visual expression I can feel this one so deep, feeling it and seeing it! Thank you! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (7/4/2012 10:31:00 AM)

    A good intention could be good enough for next step, as for smile to share is like a donation from heart to heart to ease in other eyes...Dont be too cruel to others as we dont also want to get cruel by people..a simple equation we do if we want to please people like they want to do to us, but we should never ask for the same..and sincerity is the most important..it's like a gem among the sand_Unwritten Soul (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (7/4/2012 10:12:00 AM)

    Shoubhik no word to express.I just imagined the scene that the person with empty pocket, and the beggar, they don't have any difference then.Wonderful! (Report) Reply

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