Explore Poems GO!

Minority Poem

Rating: 3.7

In my room, I talk
to my invisible guests:
they do not argue, but wait

Till I am exhausted,
then they slip away
with inscrutable faces.

I lack the means to change
their amiable ways,

although I love their gods.
Read More

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Payal Priya 04 April 2017

Kernels of wisdom beautifully presented.Truly the predicament of the modern alienated man who observes to make sense of his existence while the city burns.The poet aptly says that forgetting the self and serving others is true essence of humanity.Perhaps that's why we all understand Mother Theresa. Indeed a profound! Thanks for sharing?

8 0 Reply
Carl Roussell 04 April 2018

Life is in the giving and not the receiving.

0 0 Reply
Glen Kappy 04 April 2017

alien techniques of observation- dang! that's a striking way to end the poem and an apt description of us who are caught in the loop of our own worlds instead of seeing what is, what burns, before us. -glen kappy

6 2 Reply
Edward Kofi Louis 04 April 2017

While the city burns! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

6 1 Reply
Tom Allport 04 April 2017

a poem of feeling alone and unheard? ............well written.

5 2 Reply
Tamara Beryl Latham 04 April 2020

Wonderfully penned with great insight into one of the problems associated with our global society. There are very few who desire to service others. Keep writing! Congratulations on winning " Modern Poem." : -)

0 0 Reply
Dr Antony Theodore 04 April 2020

Everyone understands Mother Theresa; her guests die visibly in her arms. the mother of the poor.. tony

0 0 Reply
Anil Kumar Panda 04 April 2020

Great poem reflecting the bad happenings going on in this society. You are really concerned about it. Thanks for sharing, Loved it.

0 0 Reply
Dominic M. Windram 04 April 2020

Fascinating poem that seeks to look beyond the intransigence of habit, belief and custom; towards a greater sense of self awareness.

0 0 Reply
Mahtab Bangalee 04 April 2020

Wondrous the world rules Tribe and ethnic groups, The minority slowly getting die Oh news is alive for the rich and superpower But the saint Mother has a womb for the whole world without racism....

0 1 Reply