When you spoke of swing,
I thought of starving.
When you spoke of better living,
I thought of living better.
When you spoke of happiness,
I thought of our pitiable existence.
When you spoke of contentment,
I thought of resentment.
The life and luxuries enthrall you,
It also makes you awestruck.
But for us it's deplorable,
A mere captivation in liberation.
The life which you commend
Makes us to awe at it.
All the finest belongings were owned by you
And you left us just the sludge and slush.
Is this all happened just because of our birth,
Just because of our caste and creed?
Or is this all the boon we sought on earth?
No, it's because of your transcending power,
Your plunging supremacy,
That rose higher and higher knowing no bounds.
But ours' go not high, but deep in the ground.
And remember, one day or the other;
We'd come out as a tremor,
To breathe the ether;
To reach heights more than yours;
And to rejuvenate a better life
Though we struggle,
Expecting a probability to arise.
lovely poem lyk it dear...........hope 2 get more poems lyk dis frm ur side
very nice poem.Simple but bearing a message against the social injustice.
A nice but sad poem speaking to the cultural boundaries, idiotic greed and injustice that thrives under what is called Capitalism. I wish you much luck in all your future endeavors. I've written several poems dealing with the modern day political injustice. Feel free to read any of my poetry such as Machiavellian Schemers. Write On!
It is difficult for me to make an opinion on such a grafic depiction of brutal living and the sound of corruption. It is even sadder that because of one's station that they be trapped in such an inhospitable situation when one's burns with the need to make a better life and through no fault of there own it alludes them.. iip
the time when love comes and the pain it leaves behind,i was ready for the natural wound my heart was going to conceive
And remember, one day or the other; We'd come out as a tremor, To breathe the ether; To reach heights more than yours; And to rejuvenate a better life Though we struggle, Expecting a probability to arise. your writing is fresh and its nice to read what you do.... congratulations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well served conspiracy of silence..well written.I would not complain like others below that it was a wastage of time and energy for even the best of best poets have written longer verses like yours.Well done.