Ajit Das


The Common Man - Poem by Ajit Das

A bony figure in tattered dress,
hair dry, unkempt, face unshaven,
but his eyes in the sockets burning –
is it the fire of hunger or rage?

His hut burns in summer,
the thatched roof leaks,
the mud floor feels icy in winter.
He has no land to till
nor knows enough of alphabet
to work in a factory or office.

He labours to eke out a living,
digging earth, cutting crops,
or carrying load, but his frail body
lacks strength and what he earns
fails to make both ends meet.

He struggles to exist, but is bullied,
battered, pushed over, as he stands
in the unending queue of life
to get his voice heard, needs met.
Only a number, he faces the danger
of being erased from the register.

Then, the day comes, when he finds
he has a voice, a choice to make
for his own claim to life
and promises galore showered on him.

But can he believe, clutching at hope
that his claim to life will be heard,
once the din of slogans dies down,
maze of banners, posters fades,
and empty, shrill rhetoric stops?

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Comments about The Common Man by Ajit Das

  • (11/7/2015 11:02:00 AM)


    Fantastic rhyme and narration depicting the plight of common man , false promises given to him at the time of polls projected. Thanks for sharing.10++and his helplessness. Every thing excellently (Report) Reply

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  • Shakil Ahmed (11/6/2015 11:56:00 AM)


    beautiful poem, these lines are really nice expressing a harsh reality of life as he stands
    in the unending queue of life
    to get his voice heard, needs met thanks for sharing, Great Poet, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your valuable comments..
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  • Souren Mondal (11/6/2015 11:46:00 AM)


    'But can he believe, clutching at hope
    that his claim to life will be heard,
    once the din of slogans dies down,
    maze of banners, posters fades,
    and empty, shrill rhetoric stops? '

    Very well written Ajit.. It is true that we have, once in a while, a sudden 'protest' or 'march' etc. for the rights of the common people.. The voices never sustain long enough...

    Thank you for sharing...
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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 6, 2015



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