poet Valsa George

Valsa George

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Generation Gap

The old man twitched his brow,
Blasting music, jarring his ears,
Endurance threatened, he rose from his armchair,
Dragging weary limbs, he staggered away.

His grandson in cargo jeans,
Gyrated and swivelled to the jazz,
Drumming beats drove him crazy,
His waist swayed in rollicking jig.

To ease his growing annoyance,
Withdrew the oldster to his solitary space,
His eyes, searching for his betel box,
Tucked away under his grubby cot.

Groping in dark, he looked high and low,
And in every nook of his dingy room,
His shocking gaze soon espied,
His betel box freshly polished.

A flash of terror beat across his soul,
No more value than an antique piece!
His betel box – made a show piece.
What would he be – a shock piece?
or a mock piece? !

The old man closed his eyes,
His hands folded in ardent prayer.
His lips parted feebly in a whisper,
“Hare Ram! Hare Krishna….
Hare…..”

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Poem Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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  • Budhashaya Behera (2/19/2020 9:59:00 AM)

    You have very keenly observed the old man and you have felt the changing emotion. His lips parted feebly in a whisper, “Hare Ram! Hare Krishna…The saddest moment is felt with his closing of eyes. The witness of generation gap is wonderfully captured. This poem gives deep emotion...10++

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  • Dr Dillip K SwainDr Dillip K Swain (7/28/2018 6:35:00 AM)

    His grandson in cargo jeans,
    Gyrated and swivelled to the jazz,
    Drumming beats drove him crazy,
    His waist swayed in rollicking jig.......You have brilliantly unfolded the fact! Thanks dear madam for sharing...10

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (8/11/2016 12:36:00 AM)

    The old man closed his eyes. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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  • Jayatissa K. LiyanageJayatissa K. Liyanage (5/1/2015 11:43:00 PM)

    Oh, you have portrayed a picture from a different perspective on the same theme though, poignantly and dramatically too. I can visualize the whole scene like a drama.

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  • Akhtar Jawad (8/20/2014 1:40:00 AM)

    I am surprised when and how you see me and described me in your poem. Yes I am a lover of betel with chewing tobacco.

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    Valsa GeorgeValsa George(8/20/2014 2:50:00 AM)

    Oh, have you forgotten Akhatarji... that. we were pals in the previous birth? ? By the way, do you have such a grandson?

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  • Valsa GeorgeValsa George (11/30/2013 2:47:00 AM)

    Dear Bri
    This was one of my earliest poems written at a time when I had been so naive(?) rather in experienced in the art of writing verse! Now when I read it, I feel, as you have pointed out, that line is with 'a peculiar arrangement of words'! (to have put it in polished terms) Yea, it sounds a little odd. I respect your sentiment and is going to edit it as 'To ease his growing annoyance'/ Withdrew the oldster to his solitary space.

    I wonder as an alien to Indian culture, how well you have understood the poem! The older generation here is averse to Western jazz music where as the youngsters are avowed votaries of Jazz! The oldsters have the habit of
    chewing betel leaves especially when they feel bored or lonely! The betel leaves with a little lime and arecanut are usually kept in an ornamental brass box. Now this habit has become almost obsolete that betel boxes are turned into prized antiques!
    Thanks for your comment and indirect hint at improvement!

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  • Bri EdwardsBri Edwards (11/30/2013 12:35:00 AM)

    To get a grip on his losing self,
    Withdrew the oldster to his solitary space, THIS SEEMS to have a very peculiar arrangement of words, but i did not say it was in error, AND i like it very much.

    yes, exactly; will I TOO be a shock piece or a mock piece OR will i be a rock-around-the-clock piece? what do YOU think, Valsa? thanks for sharing. :) bri

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