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Vidyadhara ...

(India)

! Bread Thief


Squatting on street with vegetable for sale
Watching power and money in ugly play,
My mother fell ill one cloudy day,
To save my mother I prayed and prayed,
Prayed almighty the whole day,
Night spread its arms but help never came,
The prayer seemed to be in vain,
My mother’s pain remained same.
To save my mother from hunger and pain,
I took a loaf of bread from the baker’s pane,
On my way they held and put me in chain,
Because I stole a loaf of bread,
To save my mother who is now dead,
Died of hunger without a loaf of bread;

Submitted: Saturday, July 05, 2008
Edited: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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  • Shalini Kts (8/29/2008 11:45:00 PM)

    this poem is really touching and has a great theme behind, , hunger the common language of the world should be eradicated.... God save the universe! ... (Report) Reply

  • Rani Turton (7/13/2008 11:33:00 AM)

    Maybe I'm idealistic but I hope people who steal food are treated differently. Thanks for this touching poem. (Report) Reply

  • Vijaiya Ramkissoon (7/13/2008 9:08:00 AM)

    : (.........its sad to know that things like that happen in reality; (very sad poem...yet very well written, nice style. (Report) Reply

  • Palas Kumar Ray (7/13/2008 12:56:00 AM)

    I NEVER KNOW if it's the reality of your life,
    but I agree that always for someone or other
    The Life's like that,
    helpless & unkind,
    rude & cruel.
    Easy read and touchy.
    Best regards
    *10* (Report) Reply

  • Ahatisham Alam (7/12/2008 11:35:00 PM)

    I Think you must be hopeful to God. ALL THAT IS HAPPENING IS GOOD BUT WE ARE UNABLE TO UNDERSTAND. SO HAVE A DES FAITH IN ALMIGHTY. (Report) Reply

  • Thad Wilk (7/12/2008 11:16:00 PM)

    Vidyadhar! A poignant and very eloquent poem you have written here! ! *10*!
    Best regards!
    Friend Thad (Report) Reply

  • Viola Grey (7/12/2008 8:43:00 PM)

    absolutely touching...how many of us can really appreciate this story when we live in such different worlds...great work (Report) Reply

  • Paul Butters (7/12/2008 3:58:00 PM)

    Serious view asking questions about ethics and morality: questions that society so often gets wrong. I empathise completely with you here. Paul. (Report) Reply

  • Dr.subhendu Kar (7/11/2008 12:54:00 PM)

    the hunger and pain when never
    obeys the law of the land
    as when law reculses the even death..................yet of poignant feeling, wellpenned, thanks fopr sharing (Report) Reply

  • Greenwolfe 1962 (7/11/2008 12:13:00 PM)

    I particularly liked the middle to the end portion of the poem. I thought it was very moving emotionally. I was far better than the average of what I see. This is a poem which should be read. I will be much more powerful that way. I gave it a 9.
    The end rhymes in the early part were not there, though the were at the end.
    A poem should have consistency in whatever design is chosen.

    GW62 (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (7/10/2008 11:47:00 AM)

    breaks my heart to read this, breaks my heart - the distance between life and death so long, so far, the distance between hunger and death, as in this poem, so slim, so short. Let us all make the distance between life and death so far that we have to walk for a long number of years before we meet death - do I say it's a great poem, i guess i could. (Report) Reply

  • Lynda Robson (7/9/2008 6:47:00 AM)

    It is so wrong when anyone has to die of hunger, it angers lots of people, a very worthy poem you have written here my friend,

    Best wishes Lynda xxx (Report) Reply

  • Rose Rosado (7/8/2008 1:05:00 AM)

    very moving poem, its dissappointing
    how people wouldn't share their
    food for the people who need it....
    very nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Mamta Agarwal (7/7/2008 11:50:00 AM)

    reminiscent of les miserable if i am not wrong. a really moving poem. when we think of millions going without food, i really get angry when anybody wastes food. (Report) Reply

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