Affluence Poem by Sathya Narayana

Affluence



The dark muddy puddles on road, by rain
can't bring, I thought, the times bygone again.
My latest home in town's posh colony
has well buried my past travails and pain.

The days I whined and ran with agony;
the days I starved and craved for small money;
no more exist in memory. I laid
a lid on that dramatic irony.

For great windfall I gained of late, I bade
good bye to mates, for me, who cried and prayed.
Forgot the days I drank rice-soup in grange
with friends and pools in which we splashed and played.

Better were days of need than these deranged
in binge, in spite of piled fancy mélange.
My food tastes sour; and bitter my Champagne.
I got riches; from me but sleep estranged.

Affluence
Monday, September 19, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dark,day,dream,hair,kite,mirror,night,road
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Laurie Van Der Hart 24 October 2016

This poem is so full of feeling and captures a sad truth. Very well developed. I recently watched a video from the Communist era in this countey (Czech Republic) and it made me think that the people now, although they have gained much materially and various freedoms they didn't have before, they have also lost something.

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Indira Renganathan 19 September 2016

Welcome back Sathya..I hope you recognize me....wonderful poem with truthful content...common with any hard working person...thanks for sharing this poem

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Edward Kofi Louis 19 September 2016

Sleep estranged! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Sathya Narayana

Sathya Narayana

Nellore, Andhra Pradesh
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