Our Helpless Hands! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
Our Helpless Hands!
Tea, tea, coffee, coffee
egg omelette, toast, cakes, chocolates.
Sounds crashing one another
When the train stopped on one platform.
Two glittering eyes
Looking hungrily at the
Chocolates and cakes.
Dressed in rags
Dirty and foul smell covered her.
Torn from all sides
Begging for a penny
Nothing in hand,
To sell,
Just a seven year old.
But she entertained all
The travellers with beautiful
Movie songs
All enjoyed and listen
To her sweet voice
None came forward
To keep a penny in her small hand.
But she kept on moving
From compartments to next.
Another boy
Came cleaning all
The places inside the train
With a small stained piece
Of cloth in his hand
Came for asking for money
But few gave it.
Train started moving
They all jumped into the platform
And waiting for next train
To start again for their one piece of bread..
Many many are the people
On each stations
Our hands too are left with few pennies,
To feed them all.
Yes, our hands are helpless to feed them all.
Many days empty stomach
Fill their hunger with water.
How long will this go on
What about for tomorrow?
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© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
Geetha this poem is beautifully written such sadness in our world little children going hungry my heart breaks to think of them
Often we have to confront such sad spectacles.... so touching and heart rending! Even if a few are compassionate and willing to part with something, how it is going to help the multipling number of mouths to be fed! As Dinesh has stated, a radical change alone can improve the situation when such gross disparities exist! A moving write Geetha!
Harsh realities and human goodness often have this clash. We give alms to odd beggars or offer amount as a part of charity at times. But what can we do here Geetha? The system has to change. We live in India where 80 percent of wealth is with 20 percent of people and vice versa. Human empathy has a limit and we need an overall change in the form of economic and social reforms. Thank you for having come out with a poem carrying a message.
True! It is a regular scenario in our? country. But who is to take responsibility to eradicate this? Politicians want the poverty to continue!
You have projected the problems on Indian Platform, situation is pathetic machineries failed Ghotalas and ghaplas are touching sky we are also acting like sensual handicap we don't listen or even feel thanks that you have brought to public notice a great jog your photographs are so nice 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 2:01:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Thank you! A very true poem which brought tears to my eyes. If we don't do something to change the system of this world we will have no kids tomorrow. It is so painful to think about children going to sleep hungry, but with cold shivers I am shaken when I am thinking of tomorrow....We are killing our earth at a speed never touched before. I cannot imagine the world 30 years from now other than changed....