bakuli bhakali

Gold Star - 6,033 Points (14/12/1986 / assam)

Guilt - Poem by bakuli bhakali

Each time I pick up those dirty plates
I see the leftovers
And I remember the boy
Digging the dingy box
The young girl stalking strollers
Who looked older than her age
I think of
The baby on her lap
He looked scrawny
I get that weird feeling
As if they’re staring
And -
Their eyes rolling
Over those plates and me
They’re burning
Their faces turning red
I hear them screaming
I feel them waiting
Until, I clean those dishes
And get set.

Topic(s) of this poem: guilt

Comments about Guilt by bakuli bhakali

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (11/6/2015 11:14:00 PM)

    Can those dishes be ever cleaned? We carry the pain into our bedrooms and to our dreams - nay nightmares. There is no peace until the whole world is well-fed. Oh, when that can be? Till then, we are accursed to burn. (10) (Report) Reply

    Bakuli Bhakali (11/9/2015 7:07:00 AM)

    ya, that's true!

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  • Chinedu Dike (11/6/2015 7:28:00 PM)

    The greatest act of charity is charity towards the uncharitable. A lovely depiction of an irony of life - while some folks have more than enough, some others have nothing to assuage the pangs of hunger. A lovely piece of poetry. well articulated and insightfully penned with conviction. Thanks for sharing Bakuli. (Report) Reply

    Bakuli Bhakali (11/6/2015 11:03:00 PM)

    thank you for a wonderful comment! !

  • Abdulrazak Aralimatti (11/5/2015 12:04:00 AM)

    I feel them waiting
    Verily, you are compassionate to feel the guilt
    and guilt followed by virtuous deed makes us
    a perfect being....10
    I invite you to read my poems
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    Bakuli Bhakali (11/5/2015 11:37:00 PM)

    that'll be a great pleasure! ! !

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 4, 2015

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