Geetha Jayakumar

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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
© 2014.

Geetha Jayakumar.

Note. Plagiarism

Topic(s) of this poem: poets


Comments about Fake Coins! by Geetha Jayakumar

  • Kelly Kurt (4/11/2015 8:02:00 PM)

    A wonderful and thought provoking poem, Geetha. Thank you for sharing
    Peace
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  • Uma Ram (4/11/2015 12:17:00 AM)

    t 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!

    Very true mam, this happens mostly in writing field, when the whole hearted work of someone is taken over by someone powerful, attributing as theirs. Awesome write mam...Thanks for sharing mam.
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  • Saheb Mohapatra (11/3/2014 11:14:00 PM)

    great poem.........a pain of a poet clearly reflected in this poem..............i can state this as your best poem as it is extremely poignant and heart-touching........a poet is the saddest person as he scatters the seeds of joy all o'er the world but remains unasked sometimes........only appreciations serve as his only support in his life.......outstanding imaginations......with outstanding lines........greatly enjoyed it.........thanks for sharing it. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (10/24/2014 9:17:00 PM)

    By nature man is not honest to the extent he is expected to be. We are at times like fake coins and our value is fixed by the unsuspecting taker of our identities. Your poem throws light on the predicament of a time when our smile begins not from the heart as it used to be but it begins and ends on the very mouth. A dog wags its tail even today like its predecessor did a million years ago... But the man wears a fancy dress here. A beautiful poem, Geetha and I am giving 10 for this write. (Report) Reply

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (10/17/2014 6:24:00 AM)

    This is the world, there are its people, wonderful expression in this poem Fake coins. Excellent work from pen. (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/17/2014 7:10:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir. I am humbled.

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/17/2014 7:10:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir. I am humbled.

  • Amitava Sur (10/16/2014 6:49:00 PM)

    A very vital problem you raised here Geetha, I thank you to pin point it here. Those who steals poems or writes from others, they are not poet or writer but some very low and mean minded thieves and I believe - definitely they will be caught and be stripped off.And if any of us knows anything about this, we should collectively raise our voice against that person with all facts and standing by the creator's side. (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/17/2014 7:07:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir for your encouraging words...I am humbled.

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/16/2014 6:04:00 AM)

    Nice poem to bring out the truth about those who steal a poem and make it their own. I read your Hindi version Khota Sikka also and it is beautiful. Thank you. (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/17/2014 7:09:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir.

  • (10/16/2014 12:29:00 AM)

    this was just so true and well said, mam. a fantastic read.
    Thanks for posting.
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    Geetha Jayakumar (10/17/2014 7:08:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Piyush.

  • Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:10:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot for all the valuable comments. I am humbled. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (10/14/2014 7:59:00 PM)

    This world is mean minded
    Its people are self centered! And certainly many fake coins are jingling there. From now on if I read a duplicate poem and if I can remember the original poet's name I will alert him This is the least all of us can do. A great write Geetha.
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    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:10:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Savita.

  • Ramesh Rai (10/14/2014 4:34:00 PM)

    I do realise your pain. Only a poet or the God can realise the pains of a poet. Song is another form of poetry. All are listening with thunders of clapping to the singer to the music director n faces on the screen. But rare the person who thinks about the creator who assembled the bricks of word after choosing from profound ocean of dictionary of sense and humour and going through lot of feeling. I have tried to express in my short poem THE PAINS OF A POET. Certainly, you are pained much to listen about abducting of my poem THE CURSE OF POVERTY. Now the poem has been removed from the page of abductor.Certainly that boy has the ambition to be known as a poet. In reply of message to the editor of PH I have mentioned to convince him at his own level and wished him to see as a great poet. Thank you so much to all fellow poets for their kind support and co-operation. Heartiest thanks for sharing this poem with us. If you plz permit i will share this poem with twitter and face book.REGARDS. (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:02:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Ramesh Sir, for sharing your painful experience and how you dealt with that particular situation. If this had happened in PH then I understood what can be done. But this is done by the person known to me and already got appreciation for it. It came as a shock. I felt the person slapped me silently...
    But, Person will surely realize it later...truth is really bitter, unable to face especially when people are known. But I have to face courageously, especially my mind as It shook me deeply. To convince self and to feel positiveness, I told myself I am happy, I can come up, a day will come when my stars will shine. I have to let it go off.
    Sure Sir, you can share this on FB or twitter, I too shared in FB.

  • Ramesh Rai (10/14/2014 4:29:00 PM)

    I do realise your pain. Only a poet or the God can realise the pains of a poet. Song is another form of poetry. All are listening with thunders of clapping to the singer to the music director n faces on the screen. But rare the person who thinks about the creator who assembled the bricks of word after choosing from profound ocean of dictionary of sense and humour and going through lot of feeling. I have tried to express in my short poem THE PAINS OF A POET. Certainly, you are pained much to listen about abducting of my poem THE CURSE OF POVERTY. Now the poem has been removed from the page of abductor.Certainly that boy has the ambition to be known as a poet. In reply of message to the editor of PH I have mentioned to convince him at his own level and wished him to see as a great poet. Thank you so much to all fellow poets for their kind support and co-operation. Heartiest thanks for sharing this poem with us. REGARDS. (Report) Reply

  • (10/14/2014 11:10:00 AM)

    Geetha here writes her own pain to paint here, it will also makes us to deep feel (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Kee.

  • Valsa George (10/14/2014 12:09:00 AM)

    It is unfortunate that some dare to make carbon copy of others poems and present them as their own.... it is more than plagiarism..... it is daylight stealing! For such audacity, how should they be dealt with? Yes, Geetha, there are so many fake coins and often we hear their jingling sound! Really enjoyed! (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Valsa.

  • (10/13/2014 12:58:00 PM)

    This world is full of fake coins and it's very difficult to differentiate between fake and true but at last truth
    always triumphs......Geetha.......very well composed
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    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir.

  • Tribhawan Kaul (10/13/2014 10:19:00 AM)

    It is a mean way to hog the limelight but momentarily. Truth is bound to come out some day or the other. A very meaningful poem. (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:09:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir.

  • (10/13/2014 9:47:00 AM)

    this is the way of the world.To praise one who doesn't deserve. Geetha, you can say very tough thing in a simple way.I love your style. (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:08:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Neela.

  • Hazel Durham (10/13/2014 5:37:00 AM)

    As long as we are true to ourselves we can hold our head up high and our souls will be nourished!
    Powerful and beautiful write!
    Thank you so much for your lovely comments and congrats on my poem 'The Essence Is You'
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    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:08:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Hazel.

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (10/13/2014 4:14:00 AM)

    One must be happy poets/poetess' are the Alarm watch for reminder...A nice job is done or being done for the humanity...thank u (Report) Reply

    Geetha Jayakumar (10/15/2014 8:08:00 AM)

    Thanks a lot Sir.

  • Geetha Jayakumar (10/13/2014 3:01:00 AM)

    I am happy somewhere my song got appreciated... (Report) Reply

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