rajagopal haran

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197.Holocaust In My Backyard - Poem by rajagopal haran

News 1. Court summons kin accused of assaulting 92-year-old
News 2. Website to aid senior citizens launched
News 3. Elderly couple found murdered in their flat; bodies found by the maidservant

(I started writing in the month of Feb 2008 this got aborted; I feel compelled to complete this after seeing the above news article)



Faculties waning
Balance toppling
Accounts getting erased
Acting dropping
Addictions fading
Losing the structure
Trying to become history
Quivering and bowing
Depreciating health
As well as the wealth
Decaying slowly
Losing the interest
In life and banks
Trying to hop from Earth to nowhere
Fermented to buzz off
Youth now the spent force
Getting on to golden age
As old is gold
Nothing left to part
Becoming a loan!
Sons and daughters
Along with the consorts
Setting on the process
Evacuation en mass
The better half and me
Now both bitter
To near and near
Far and wide
Rationing the intake
Hitting strong to register
The application to exit,
Nothing left in the vein
To raise even a finger
Looking above-“Almighty? ”
The busiest entity ever unknown!
Let us know a way out
To dissolve into oblivion!

Completed on 12.04.2008


Comments about 197.Holocaust In My Backyard by rajagopal haran

  • Rajaram Ramachandran (4/12/2008 8:13:00 PM)


    To me, this poem sounds like a wireless telegram sent to the Almighty, asking Him why at all Senior Citizens are allowed to stay on this earth with such risks threatening them at the fag end of their lives. You are catching the day to day news thro' your verses well. (Report) Reply

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  • (4/11/2008 9:41:00 PM)


    I always do that with verses-start writing and not come back for awhile. This kind of news always gets you, though, doesn't it? It sucks that the world can't be prettier. I wrote a couple news poems in 2006. 'for the pretty souls of still yellow dandelions' is kind of about the war in Iraq and just the pain of wars in general. and 'indian style and black' is about our ridiculous American immigration laws. I hate prejudice. Keep up that eye for souls-caring about others is the most important thing aside from God. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2008



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