Few Tears Of A Poor Worker Poem by akshaya kumar samanta

Few Tears Of A Poor Worker

Rating: 5.0


I'm building the roads breaking the stones
It'll be a shiny city
My dreams will still lie under the stones
Called me as a worker...

The more I dreamed of digging the stone
The more the dream is blurred, the dust gets accumulated...
I can't recognize my sweaty face -
Looks like an unshade dead body before the mirror! ..

I got married my beloved.
Somehow the family was maintained.
There was no roof in our open house
When the moon laughed in the fullmoon night
She awaked me up and said: look, look,
Moonlight had spread the veil of her chest throughout the sky
And her shame was wetting our sleeping sheets like dew drops...

When I came home last night
My little Rupa was crying for bread
I started to feed her washing my hands quickly
And said: Your bread was the same as the moon
Your bread smiled like the moon...

I couldn't take her to a good hospital
My beloved died giving birth the little child!
Today there is a roof in my house but no sky
Today there is a moon in my house but no moonlight! ...

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Akshaya Kumar Samanta 12 March 2018

Thank you...#Subhas ji for your valuable feedback.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 04 March 2018

I too have a Marxist roof, but no sustaining sky in the society.I too have begot children off my Freud moon, but now without any moonlight. Still I dare live my loneliness, my discontent psychic and social, for I feel there will still be a night with a unknown moon rendering friendly and known moonshine. Part-1 .

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 04 March 2018

A very nice poem to be your debut creation. Keep it up dear.. with themes unique like this.10++++ for it. Regards. Subhas Part-2

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Akshaya Kumar Samanta 02 March 2018

Thank you so much for your kind feedback...#Kumarmani Mahakul

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Kumarmani Mahakul 02 March 2018

Welcome to PoemHunter! For making a shiny city you are building roads breaking many stones. Such expression allows mind to think more. Dreams remain under the stone. If there is roof in hose and no sky and if there is moon and no moonlight persons inside suffer a lot. You have brilliantly expressed sadness. This poem is amazing and excellently written. I am giving you 10 out of 10 in rating.

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