Don't touch the things
On truck
Why?
We are the only authorised
Ones
To empty the load.
I can choose who
Should unload my truck.
Nope, you cannot
As long as we are here.
Ok.fine.
We will ourselves
Un Load the truck
No you cant
Its our area we will decide.
I have just shifted
To this new place
And these are my household
Things and along
With me are my relatives and friends.
Now, the time has
Come
Made me feel
I cannot do anything on my own...
My things
My people
My place
I cannot decide
Really pathetic.....
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
the poetess really touch the real effects of life the socieWe are the only authorised Ones To empty the load. ty...
This has become the order of the day...Geetha.....we are nobody with our things, with our people as we are being ruled by unruly system.....anyway you have presented this in a very beautiful way
Poem seems to say much more than meets the eye. I relate this to number of Godmen mushrooming everywhere who take upon themselves to take away all the supposed sins of their gullible followers leaving no choice for one to find other alternatives. A nice thoughtful poem.
The organized head load workers are becoming a menace sometimes! In railway stations, these so called porters will snatch away our luggage though it may be very light which we ourselves can easily handle. Later they will charge you like anything and we will have to pay through the nose. A menacing social problem is beautifully brought out! Thank you Geetha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jaya a little confusion truck symbolised what I hope head and the things thought, these lines / Now, the time has Come Made me feel I cannot do anything on my own...My things My people My place I cannot decide Really pathetic..... please let me know if wrong thank nice poem thank you