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A street boy died days gone by
No newspaper found interested
Died as a person, a yellow leaf
Prefixed death of a living being
Dawn and time under a big tree
Enjoyed burning summer-noon
Evening mutely entered rat-hole
Silent moon passed by this way
Street person’s death— too light
Exited through indifferent door
But no change or effect sprouts
Like pop star— Michel Jackson
Ashraful Musaddeq
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Lillian Thomas
(10/23/2009 6:06:00 PM) |
very well written. The images captured are stunning. My favorite lines are:
'Evening mutely entered rat-hole
Silent moon passed by this way'
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Segun Johnson Ozique
(8/26/2009 4:00:00 AM) |
True, so true and sad. I got tear forming as I write this.
Few streets from here, where I live - Adura, lagos - Nigeria, close to a major TV station; AIT. There's been a woman dead along a major road the past five days. Everyone knew, Everyone walked passed, I passed. On the day Michael died, AIT aired it for hours, days and weeks. The dead woman is still there and then I read 'Death of a Streetboy...sorry, got to stop now, my vision's blurring...
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Kelvin Karani
(8/6/2009 5:50:00 AM) |
Its encouraging to find some voice for the street people. Unfortunately, in our capitalist world, you don't have to be an urchin to die unsung.
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Ejaz Khan
(8/4/2009 4:17:00 AM) |
Are you on vacation, little troubled n depressed or just fed up from unworthy readers?
I undertsand your silence, remember, this too shall pass, whatever it is. You'll bounce back!
Regards
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MMaia Padua(Snow)
(7/18/2009 8:24:00 AM) |
so touching...with truth...
lines that flows with depth
10+++
lovelots,
maia
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Obed Souza
(7/15/2009 9:09:00 PM) |
Wonderful piece.10!
People die many ways... I´m a teacher, I see teens dying in the streets, at home, at schools, everywhere...
I thank God I can reach some of them... some are lost forever...
Would you please, take a look at my poem ' Stolen Identity'? It tells of a lost child...
Keep in touch!
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Saadat Tahir
(7/15/2009 6:32:00 AM) |
life is replete with undung great men and true heroes....what to talk of a mundane 'urchin'...
in the huge megalopoces of this world from mumbai to karachi from tokyo to rio...life just crawls on the footsteps and no body gives a damn
superb lines great content
very well written
cheers
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Brishti Mazumdar
(7/13/2009 12:43:00 PM) |
...liked your thought process...It is so true...10+
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Raj Arumugam
(7/12/2009 4:51:00 AM) |
the poem captures is the sadness of life so delicately...it is sad indeed...
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