In dawn's first light unto dusk's twilight
Just one phrase and one rhythm, he repeats
"Today's draw... its in bundles and bundles ...!
Take away your fortune.... and it's yours...."
Men women children, old and young
Crowding relentless, to peck with hard-earned
Day in day out, awakening slumbering luck
For the castle, out and up there in blues
Shout goes on "Come and take it.... It's yours.....
Today's draw, five crores in one bundle.... all yours"
As if it's a certain winner, he is a generous giver
Yet, he keeps it for you, why? I wonder
Heart says "No....p", lips say" yea......p"
Conscience's wit, doesn't clash with truth
Your speculation, sans regrets, is his wish
Co's it's survival for him and his kin.
It is his life indeed/ The hard earned money at least goes to a person whose eyes one can see. In America so many people can't wait to have another go at giving their money away in the casinos owned by millionaires and they are expert at dangling the prize just so that now and then you may touch it enough to keep you trying again and again, your poem is so real that I could hear the shouts and feel the anxious people bumping elbows....splendid.
A very interesting situation put in a semi humorous style! The lottery vendor doles out luck! He makes you feel like a millionaire and for a moment, all your dreams seem to flower and fruition! Though our rational mind forbids from falling into his trap, our whimsical mind persuades us to try our luck. One may be a loser as before. But still let us not always discourage him..... After all it is his life! A 10
You see it perfectly, Valsa. Thank you for your encouraging words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who helps ja to her Information. Nice work.