Treasure Island

Valsa George

Double Face

In a never sleeping metropolis
In the dungeon of a room
My days and nights are locked!
I, a traveler on a street, with no end in sight
But just the bustle of the moving crowd
And a handful of burnt dreams
For company

My ‘kingdom’ is in the third floor
Of an old street building
Now languishing in neglect
Facing dilapidation
Just like my own life
In the chronic agony of existence!

While the adjacent buildings
Renovated and restored
Mine, under a bankrupt landlord
Is on the verge of instant collapse

Looking through the chinks in the wall
And craning my neck
Over barricades of buildings
Amid the swirl of traffic
I get a glimpse of the slum below
In all its squalor and dirt
And a medley of lousy images
Bleeding into one another like water colours

Now and then, I see
Beggars in bundled rags
Along cracked pavements
Some squatting
Some sleeping away to glory
With street dogs
Coming to share
The leftovers in their begging bowls
And lick their wounds!
Sometimes I take away my glance
From the dismembered corpses of the dead!

On another side
In plush residential colonies
With landscaped courtyards
And cerulean swimming pools
Sentries stand on guard
To admit Sahibs
Sliding in Mercedes and Rolls Royce

A little far, in the open balconies
Of star hotels,
Men toast goblets of wine!

Oh! What stark divide! ! !

Submitted: Monday, July 29, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 30, 2013

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  • Patricia Grantham (8/9/2013 10:18:00 AM)

    The have and the have not, this is a common divide that society has put a lid
    on for us all. The rich just like the poor can't get a good night's sleep. They are
    to busy trying to get richer or at the least keep what they have. The poor on the
    other hand is constantly trying to dig themselves out of the mire to try to
    obtain some sense of dignity. Better though is to be content with what we have
    as long as we are satisfied and happy. A thoughtful and inspiring write again. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (8/7/2013 2:39:00 AM)

    yes riches make one restless
    cannot be measured in happiness
    poverty pollutes both the body and the soul
    Somewhere in the middle will one find
    What makes one happy I suppose (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (8/3/2013 5:46:00 AM)

    Such a stark contrast. The rich and governments should do more to help the poor. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (8/2/2013 5:12:00 PM)

    Dark side of life expressed so beautifully. This sorry state stirs us so often. As a poet your sensitivity captures it so well. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (8/1/2013 9:05:00 AM)

    The rich just get richer, I hope one day I will be rich so I can share it around. Yet knowing it will not go far.... (Report) Reply

  • Pradip Chattopadhyay (7/31/2013 11:40:00 AM)

    Sometimes I take away my glance
    From the dismembered corpses of the dead

    a deeply moving poem, sad, the divide between god's own image! (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (7/31/2013 10:51:00 AM)

    Oh! what an observation of this stark divide! ! !
    blend of imagination and observation... your descriptive power is hope is there for everyone of us, as haves and have nots are in 2 disciplines: at social status, and at moral status...there's a need to see at least at some end we have an edge! ! !
    thanks for a deep poem! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (7/31/2013 10:05:00 AM)

    Hope your house which is in the danger of imminent collapse will not let you down for long. But the deprived classes identified and spoken of here have an unusual image that spills no beans of hope. The Asian and the Indian divide of 23 percent of people possessing 90 percent of the whole wealth and the rest of people sharing the 23 percent among themselves speaks of our disaster. In most of the European countries the divide is not that disheartening because 40 percent of the people share 60 percent of the whole wealth,
    The have nots are doomed for ever! (Report) Reply

  • Tribhawan Kaul (7/31/2013 9:33:00 AM)

    There will always be a great divide between haves and have nots. A beautiful poem on class difference. (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (7/31/2013 12:35:00 AM)

    Its really a Double Face and the divide is very great! With anguish I read the poem and wondered whether there is any redemption! A fantastic poem, Valsa! (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/30/2013 5:13:00 PM)

    The divide, reality of life, is well presented. The statistician says on the average it is ok. Thank you for a beautiful poem of reality. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (7/30/2013 3:22:00 PM)

    A divide which can and should be annihilated. But the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, those at the top continue to prey on those at the bottom - a disgraceful state of affairs, and very well described by you here Valsa. Well done. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (7/30/2013 6:19:00 AM)

    This makes me sad and yet in each land and between nations the divide grows. Some call the divide aspiration, I think of it from exasperation and know that we are our own salvation and in our hands the answer and our deafness to the question. (Report) Reply

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