A Pillow Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra
A Pillow
I am plump, buxom
Of a pillow
Relatively happy
To shoulder the load
Of only a single head,
And carry the dust
and dirt oily
all through the weeks.
Unlike the bitches and
the girls in the beaches-
changing a holding hand
every alternative night,
and the ones in the capital
who change their party
every next term
from Left to Right.
I work for the
same head,
Same smell, good or bad,
Same name,
same fame
Never my luck to blame.
A marvel of a metaphoric piece, characteristic of your deep insight n wide perception. Social n political undertones make it all the more meaningful n relevant. A big 10.
Thank you my revered poetess for the great support and loving inspiration. You make me obliged.
Only a single head! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
I work for the same head, Same smell, good or bad, Same name, same fame Never my luck to blame. A poem describing dishonesty existing in many sectors of society in myriad forms. Nice poem shared. 10+++++ Rani
I work for the same head, Same smell, good or bad, Same name, same fame Never my luck to blame. A poem describing dishonesty existing in many sectors of society in myriad forms. Nice poem shared.
They can not live monotonous so they change hands.But we can create myriads of tones in the same tune.just change the cover of the pillow sir.Nice poem shared.
Thanks Sir for the great remark. Feel obliged to have your attention and gracious suggestion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 7:26:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Work for the same name and fame.. Some change Holding hands Good one Subhas
Thanks Rini for the great remark. Feel obliged to have your attention.