Can I Help That Village? - Poem by Sambidhan Acharya
Once upon a time I went on the country side,
I wanted to ride a rickshaw,
He took me sweating all over,
Rode me to my guest house for few pennies.
I was aghast by his deep smile which urged for the money,
I wanted to pay him all I had but, he refused to take it.
I thought it's his loyalty towards his work,
Then, sighed and went to my living place.
Then, the day after I decided to roam the village,
I could see the naked boys and girls running from the street,
I could just bear the scene for sake of bearing,
I felt same f myself as I could do nothing to console their cold.
I returned home holding the pain,
And thinking that the knowledge that I had acquired is all waste,
I knew the knowledge should help others,
But, could do nothing from my knowledge; except staring at them.
Then, I was asked at home about my village,
I was left with tears of the villagers' trouble,
I said yes, I liked the village,
But, can I not help them?
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