Chitresh Jhawar

Rookie - 0 Points (Jan.6,1994 / Lost in a lost place)

The Title-Less - Poem by Chitresh Jhawar

Sitting alone getting bored
Suddenly I saw a new black Ford
It was driven towards me
but I couldn't stand as i had a wounded knee

A man in formals got out
watching him i was stunned and so gave a shout
'Dad, does it belong to us...? '
he came near me and said, 'Yes'.

This four years old was so excitedly ecstatic; we had our own car
'now I want to remain in it and I want to drive very far'
daddy grinned; patted my back and said, 'of course my son,
we'll; but before you must learn

to take care of it, adore it heartily
let me make it completely clean', he said kindly
when he was busy mopping it
i took a stone from besides and scratched it.

Minutes after he heard the scratching noise
so he took a wrench and then came my voice
he forgot that he was battering on my soft palms
after an hourly long minute he got a little calm.

He threw the red iron wrench on the muddy ground
I glanced it, something shiny and red I found
It was nine in the night, I ran to the hospital
Doctors took me to the ER and did the essentials

My hands were red, my face was wet
with my legs in pain, my death bed was set
They asked me who-when-where-why-did this
I said dad-evening-besides car-i scratched it

They called my dad immediately
and hollered on him furiously,
'the child has lost all his fingers due to multiple fractures
now go and play with your wrenchers'

Daddy came inside crying, made an eye contact
with tearful pain, our eyes were intact
'daddy when my fingers will grow up? '
I asked him while the nurse was giving me a syrup.

I don't know if that was something wrong that made him to depart the place
leaving lonesome, me and my crimson crying face
he went back to the car and booted it many times
he was culpable and cursing himself for the crime

Devastated by his own actions, sitting there and crying
he tend to look at the scratches with his tears drying
by what he saw, he got fully fade
I had engraved, 'LOVE U DAD'

Next day he did not come to see me in
So i had to go to the coffin
I did not know the meaning of suicide
But I couldn't see my dad alive so I cried

I can't confront the whole situation
but i clearly remember people's reaction
'Things are to be used and people are to be loved
but in today's world people are used and things are loved'


Comments about The Title-Less by Chitresh Jhawar

  • (6/7/2011 8:48:00 PM)


    this is super sad...isthis a true story or you just sitting there writing? (Report) Reply

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  • (7/24/2010 6:22:00 PM)


    Hi I thought to myself that I would read all your poems in chronological order then pick my favourite and comment on that. I havnt picked my favourite yet because I havnt read them all as my comp is abit funny and opens some pages and not others. However I thought regardless of which is my favourite I HAD to comment on this one as it moved me like only very few other poems have. To be honest it broke my heart! You are amazing and your writing is amazing. I really relate to you. I havnt had the same problems you have described in your poetry but I know what its like to be in so much mental pain and inner turmoil.

    One question: is english your first language? I noticed you live in india and thought it might be your second language. I only say because you are abit of a dichotomy. Whilst you imagery is second to none and you have a great vocabulary that would match or better someone for whom english is their first language, at times you miss out words like if and it and you switch tenses in the same sentence which is the hardest part of english to learn. I really don't think this holds you back because your passion and narrative is soooooo incredible. I just thought if you wanted to make it grammatically better I would show it to someone who's first language is english, in your environment and get them to explain in more depth the tenses etc. However I don't think this would make the poems soul better because it is perfect, stunning and jam packed with emotion.

    Its very interesting reading all your poems together because when you do that you can see the intense journey you've been on. From being so lonely and low to the jubilation of being in love and then the break down of that relationship. I feel like you really have taken me on a journey in the 20mins or so than I have been reading your poems.

    I will look forward to any future poems and definitely come back for more! 10/10
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  • (7/23/2010 12:24:00 PM)


    wow. this poem is amazing. i loved every minute i read it. i gave it a ten, for it definitely deserves no less. although i have a question, did the father commit suicide? if so, that is so sad! ! ! ! ! ! u could turn this into a song (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2010 4:09:00 PM)


    I was literally in tears at this poem. I love it.

    This doesn't flow as well as it could but it's still good.

    Other than that, amazing. Great, keep writing.
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  • (5/10/2010 11:57:00 AM)


    nice good keep on writing (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2010 12:52:00 PM)


    awsome poem: d i like it :) (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2010 1:04:00 PM)


    In life if you give things a chance they let you down but people can lift you up. I can dig it. (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2010 2:51:00 PM)


    dude i'll have to say this is your best piece
    keep it up
    but i know u can do better
    i know u are writing songs nowadays but dont forget your roots{the sad poems}

    take care bro
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  • (12/27/2009 1:29:00 PM)


    hey this is really good i can feel where ur comin 4rm keep writin never stop (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2009 8:48:00 AM)


    that's a really good poem sir. i loved it. it has a lot of meaning to it (Report) Reply

  • (12/24/2009 1:10:00 AM)


    It's not bad but I see lack of passion (Report) Reply

  • The Jesus Of Suburbia Is A Lie (12/23/2009 8:54:00 AM)


    'No tears in writer's eyes....no tears in readers...' - robert frost.

    Yes i luv to write poems abt death and all...
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  • (12/23/2009 8:52:00 AM)


    this poem really made my tears fall!
    I wanted to write poem on this topic but never mind..............
    i luved yours a lottttttttttttttttttttttttttt!
    and one question...
    u luv to die? ;)
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  • (12/22/2009 2:37:00 PM)


    love it! ! ! ! ! best poem ever! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, September 30, 2012


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