Valsa George


The Outcast - Poem by Valsa George

It rained on and on.
The fire in the hearth had long died out.
Hunger grew,
Frustration raged.

Vultures swooped down to feed on flesh.
Half willing, half resenting,
Surrendered, rather Subdued,
Desire spilled over,
Waves surging past the log.

Passion spent,
Hunger appeased,
Purse strings loosened,
And silver coins tinkled.

Amply paid,
The toil not wasted!

The reel of Time unwound itself,
And the scenes, constantly replayed.
‘Exploring hands encounter(ed) no defence'.
Each day closed in smutty h(r) ut,
When the h(r) ut turned a slut,
She started to rot.

Feeble she grew,
Languid she became,
Body thinned,
Energy waned,
Ailments plagued,
And
Immunity lost!

Now,
She lives an outcast.
A wild flower, wilted by the wind!
A luscious fruit, blighted by the worms!

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Comments about The Outcast by Valsa George

  • Prayad - Brian Pantasri (12/13/2016 10:39:00 AM)


    Certainly, it's so sad with a sympathetic mood, cheers.. (Report) Reply

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  • Bri Edwards (8/13/2016 11:28:00 PM)


    i sought counsel in the comments. though i don't see proof in the poem, and i had not thought of it myself (dummy that i am!) , i think Loke Kok Yee's interpretation may be correct. would that then make the puzzling reference to a log, a reference to a customer's penis coming?

    when i read of silver coins, i thought of Judas E.*** in the bible story.
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    ***Judas Iscariot
    Judas Iscariot was, according to the New Testament, one of the twelve original disciples of Jesus Christ, and son of Simon Iscariot. He is known for the kiss and betrayal of Jesus to the Sanhedrin for thirty silver coins. Wikipedia
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    but h(r) ut? ............harlot?

    interesting! bri ;)
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  • (6/18/2016 10:44:00 AM)


    a prostitute's life is unbearable and more so if it is not by choice.
    and hiv is never far away and only a matter of time
    a very moving write, thanks Valsa-10
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  • Jaishree Nair (2/10/2016 11:04:00 PM)


    A wonderful drop on the plight of a woman forced to sell her body and then later plagued with ailments and stamped as outcast. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (1/17/2016 7:29:00 AM)


    Feeble she grew; hoping for another day. Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (10/28/2015 11:55:00 PM)


    A very thoughtful penning about the unavoidable dusk being cast on our life through the passage of time.
    Liked those places
    Body thinned, Energy waned, .... being an outcaust, ...... wilted by the wind, blighted by the worms!

    Very harsh though very true.
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  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (10/17/2015 2:39:00 AM)


    Weather a Haiku or a limerick or a poem like this one; you always make me live through it. Feel every emotion that you weave through the lines. And finally knotting it into something so real that either I emerge as the character in the poem or actually feel one by my side. (Report) Reply

  • Madathil Rajendran Nair (4/30/2015 9:58:00 AM)


    The fall and withering of woman subtly described with great economy of words. Your poems always have wonderful endings. This is no exception. Superb conclusion I should say. (10) (Report) Reply

  • Akhtar Jawad (6/22/2014 2:02:00 AM)


    Emotions and feelings whether joyful or paining inspire a poet to write an impressive poem, and it has been observed that sad songs touch the heart and penetrate very deep to a point at which a soul starts materializing. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2012



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