There besides the trunk of a leafless tree
Lies a human figure in beastly nudity.
It's breathing yet; it's not dead
But no one bothers, for them it is dead
It's dusty day, it's scorching hot
And this misery is poor man's lot.
when i was in 8 std one of my frnd posted one poem. i like to quote one line of that poem - garibi gark mein jivan mila deti to achha tha n jane kyun unhe hardam ye jam milta hai. best write
it's breathing yet it's not dead. Short but right amount of truth. The tale of poor and their struggle to survive, well caught! Thank you!
Very sad and poignant - it Is difficult to believe that people could be so uncaring, but you clearly are Om. Very good write.
So that tragic scene is still haunting a compassionate heart! ! How blessed we are when compared with such unlucky lot! ! A moving write! !
A reminder to those more fortunate not to take things for granted, and perhaps to be more compassionate. Thanks for a good read.
a very touching poem...sometimes I get angry with myself for not being able to do more than just writing poems on these people who have fallen on hard times...
....very true, beautifully composed, it greatly delivers a beautiful message, very touching and poignant poem....
A very touching poem indeed. Very true said in few lines.. No one bothers, to know whether a person is alive or dead....
A very touching write. We see others that are not like ourselves. They either chose to live that way or have fallen on tough times. It is hard to turn our backs and look the other way. They are Gods chosen also. We could have been in that position too. Good write! I have a poem titled The Homeless please take a look when you have time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A great recollection of a sad and sorry sight and the plight of another less fortunate than we, from whom we gather and measure our furtune.