Fake Coins! - Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
This world is mean minded
Its people are self centered!
Just with a few strokes of brush they apply glowing touch to others portrait.
And present the painting as their own.
And they keep on adding feathers of appreciation on their cap.
Whom I should praise?
The poet or the presenter?
The poet who wrote the poems with his own blood
With his own breathe!
It was not just the ink he used in pen, it was his blood
He wound his heart to fill the pen with blood
How should I praise the poet who wrote poems behind the curtain
Who never made any appearances before the world
Thunders of clapping did appreciate his work
To the one who recited his poems
But not the poet!
This is the world
These are its people.
Our own world and our own people!
From far here, this world is so beautiful
But from near I hear the fake coins jingling in my silence heart!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
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