Poverty's Child Poem by Rigzin Namgyal

Poverty's Child

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the last
hundred rupees
has been withdrawn
suddenly
everything turns
cold and numb
like death! !
misery
like a gangrene
ripples into my
blood
bones
and maybe my skin too! !
ambushed
bruised and defeated
wearing the carcass
of penury
i run from everyone! !
cousins
acquaintances
neighbours
shopkeepers
the newspaper vendor
the cable guy
and my weather friends! !
buried in my cocoon
i go to
the darkness of my room
where hunger is my only friend
the smiling cup of tea
my only solace! !
battling monsters
in this dark obscurity
' now ' after ages
i dust the cobwebs
of my mind
as i try to write
about
this cursed
and damned
poverty's child! !
even this borrowed bidi
has now started
showing tantrums
it refuses to light
this flesh is really sad
but i laugh :):)
as i rot
and burn
in this fire
of
poverty

:rupee is an Indian currency
bidi known as poor man's cigarette is an Indian cigarette wrapped in a tendu

Wednesday, January 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: musing,thoughts
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Frank Adie 20 January 2018

We sometimes find ourselves in such dire situation where poverty does stare us directly in the face. This poems speaks directly to me because I have been there. Thanks for sharing.

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Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 20 January 2018

Nice one.. very good presentation...10 Demonetisation Even though it proved as discouragement for traders and common men But everything is humanly possible Many quarters stood with the measure The country stood united and assured full support

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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 January 2018

Rigzin, such a well-expressed poem...10+++

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