Damn On Me Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE
Damn On Me
I have
no tears in my eyes,
no sorrow in my sighting,
no faded mood in my face
I am not hungry
my body is not emaciated
I go to gym every day
I have no lack of clothing and foods
I enjoy the day and night wastefully
I enjoy the scorching summer and biting winter cold
I enjoy the autumn and spring copiously
I'm walking boastfully beside you
but this you have no food to just living,
no cloths in this biting cold,
no bed to sleep a while,
nothing has for you on this earth
this you have no way to enjoy the autumn and spring
this you, every you are going to die every day
without concerning of inhuman like me!
my ecstasy, my elegancy, my aristocracy,
my so called pious-religious sense
leads me to the upper staircase of skyscraper palace,
leads me to the well-protected religion temple fort
but in my (inhuman-conscienceless)eyes
you are the sinner of previous birth
or you are unlucky creation
or cursed of Creator on this earth!
oh! how wondrous this beastly me
I feel Shame
I feel Shame
DAMN on the inhuman me!
oh! my ravenous belly
eats, drinks shamelessly
and wastes beastly
Oh! how can I
still claim that
I'm human!
I'm civilized!
I'm religious!
where thousands of peoples
die on starvation,
die on hungry procession!
-Chattogram, BD
We see the inequality on a daily basis, but we turn the page as if of time and move on. The first step is to feel that something is amiss, and our heart should bleed. This poet's heart bleeds and he has given words to these feelings very feelingly.
Humanism! ! Muse of your Ecstasy! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Yes in our society poor are always neglected by the rich...wonderful piece of poetry my dear brother, i recpect your feelings & thoughts. Stay blessed
I agree with Poet Dr. Tony. Your poem stirs the emotion and brings tears to the eyes. You have a very sympathetic heart full of compassion for the poor. God bless you Mahtab.....10
Dear Poet Mahtab! Very touched to read this heart rending poem. When i see poor people starving without a rag to cloth them, without shelter in biting cold, this is exactly how i feel too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I'm walking boastfully beside you but this you have no food to just living, no cloths in this biting cold, no bed to sleep a while, nothing has for you on this earth........... dear Mahtab, God bless your soul, crying for the poor, when i read your poem i am also in tears. dear Mahtab, you are a great poet. tony