Standing beside the window of my room
I was watching the scene on the roadside
It’s the time where I get the grass to eat
It’s my observation that clings on the beat.
This time I was watching a play on the road
It’s just a game of ball between the two
It’s not play that attracted; it’s manners of kids
Both from different privilege groups.
One was throwing the ball in all directions
The other running all around to collect it
The affluent not willing to shed his sweat
The other was behind the action-full treat.
The stronger the other was in his collection
Severe were the attempts thrown to him
It seemed the other ever willing to pick
But affluent was loosing strength to stick
The game took a different turn in a swift
The one who threw stopped his throws
Couldn’t stand more in the scorching heat
Found a place to throw himself to rest.
The picker without action still wanted more
Tender muscles had enough food for the day
Unwilling to rest, eager to continue the game
Still standing in wait for next throw to come.
The affluent though started the throw as a game
Carried it with an intention to make own mark
Without knowing the fact that marks are made
By those who put steps firmly down on the road.
At the end of the game, it could be seen that
The affluent was carried home with a lift in arm
Where the other ran home with full spirit
And energy, which is charged to his merit.
-vidi-
01-02-2008
good observation, the sheer joy with which the poor immerse themselves in play makes me wonder is it their way destressing.in some way the poem reminded of the novel Kite Runner.
guess what you saw was battle inoculation for both.... the priveleged one to realize its not his cup of tea....he will be tender handed into a plush melodious life....unless...fate! to the urchin...as some are prone to say....it is a feeler for things to come and that sweat and perspiration will put his life on the anvil very nice obseravnt and tenderhearted with a realistaion of the inequity of life cheers an ten
hello ma'am you know i study lit in university...sometimes they give poems to analyze... i feel this poem can be a realy good one to study....it speaks a lot about the human nature....in fact you are talking about child's play...but if we analyze the modern day situation we feel like we all are engage in some rat race...which is very much a child's play...great write 10+++++ with lots of love shan
very observant, a common sight in urban play grounds. even children can exploit the weaker one. great flow. Mamta
the observation brought out like a story with a fantrastic flow
What a nice observation! Yes, that is how the society goes! Great!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good observation, the sheer joy with which the poor immerse themselves in play makes me wonder is it their way destressing.in some way the poem reminded of the novel Kite Runner.