Slick, and wonderfully crafted
The world works in mysterious ways
Riches, become more rich
and the poor sway away.
Here in the dreams of the boy living in slums
The corporationals sell pizzas in a fancy resturant
Where his mum's parathas lose their magic
Murdered hopes,
Mutilated daydreams at night
Their bodies are wet in dew
A car runs over them along the footpath.
The dog and the child with a torn, black shirt
No one mourns their death
Let the mercedes crush the innocent daydreams at night
Let the poor beg at stations
We are as blind as the child
who was blinded with acid
To become the beggar that will supply money for drugs.
Souren Mondal
January 21,2016
I tried to 'edit' the poem, but it is just not working.. So, here is a properly revised version of the poem - *** 'Slick, and wonderfully crafted The world works in mysterious ways Riches, become more rich and the poor sway away. Here in the dreams of the boy living in slums The corporationals sell pizzas in a fancy resturant Where his mum's parathas lose their magic Murdered hopes, Mutilated daydreams at night Their bodies are wet in dew A car runs over them along the footpath. The dog and the child with a torn, black shirt No one mourns their death Let the mercedes crush the innocent daydreams at night Let the poor beg at stations We are as blind as the child who was blinded with acid To become the beggar that will supply money for drugs.' *** I had made some grammatical mistakes as well as wrote a few lines whose meaning (to use a very light phrase) was vague.. Pamela 'Pam' Sinicrope helped me to fix the pathetic errors.. And as I have said before, I will say again, she is a life-saver for me! ! Thanks Pam :)
Misery of a poor man's existence is depicted with a feeling of compassion n empathy here. A realistic view of the world where might is right. The title of the poem is sarcastic n cynical but not off the mark because that's how the world views a poor miserable man.
That is the exact situation.. Lives of human beings nowadays have less importance than, say, a car.. Pathetic..
Money is just the medium of exchange yet people run after it and hoard as if they will carry it to the next world without giving heed to others, they take it as a pride and possess it as much as possible to show others their M-Power. The sad part of the society is well unfolded in your poem where rich and poor both are after money one to show-off and other to survive and live..... Let the better sense prevail and let empathy enter their body making them humble being....Thought Provoking poem.
You are absolutely correct on that account Asim. We have multiple divisions of people based on their economic strength, and that hurts the society and human beings as a species by large. There is no balance, there are no rights.. Everything is a terrible game of power and cruelty.
About the title: why offensive? You have not used ''Bastards'' as an insult. The context is important, isn't it? No problem to use your title in the book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Starvation, deficiency, ignorance, torturing, suffering are amongst those that are encapsulated in poverty....A black side of the shining world....wonderfully narrated life of poverty....thank you for sharing :)