Friday, March 29, 2013

AIN'T NO RULES FOR LIVING.

 

Guess consistency could have been her name,
Her routine never altered for all that I know
She has always been ready for the show
A slave of her fate, begs without shame

Come Ramadan, and she has a spot reserved
The boy too, funny he never ages
No matter which leg, covered in bandages
He sleeps, drugged thoughout the day...makes me unnerved

It is an industry, begging that is
Disfiguring and mutilating limbs

Nobel to give, ingenuity hard to miss
Poor, starved, homeless and weak, their world at glimpse

Ownership flats, education for kids
A price for dreams, can't criticize the pimps.

An attempt at Miltonian Sonnet.

         




18 comments:

  1. :(
    its sad.. and so scary!
    They won't be helped and thats heartbreaking.

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  2. So very sad when begging has become a sort of usual profession and the children are particularly disturbing as you describe it. Reading this really gave me pause.

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  3. A price for dreams - There is always a price to be paid and this is very well made and written.

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  4. That was beautifully written.
    Lx

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  5. The picture you paint is simultaneously harrowing and repulsive, that of people manipulating the sympathy of passers-by, and yet the poverty is real. Such a difficult thing to write about, a tricky balance - and yet you did it. Good work.

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  6. ugh...begging an industry..mutilating limbs on purpose so that people have pity.. breaks my heart

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  7. An poignant portrayal of such a sad and hopeless situation. To think that people live like this is horrendous . . .
    Blessings, Janu!

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  8. The ugly side of the world we live in...how sad..yet we have the power to change things within our grasp as a humans/nations/..sadder still that we don't make only dents in the progress..good write..happy Easter.

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  9. begging is def one of the oldest professions, and becoming all the more common....and the mutilation of limbs on purpose...what desperation must bring that on....

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  10. Terribly sad to have people mutilating themselves for money. Nice write.

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  11. Well crafted - you tackled a horrendous theme with a deft touch

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  12. A very sad situation, well presented in sonnet form.

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  13. Lots of food for thought here, Janu. We find the beggars greedy and fraudulent, but we all are too, aren't we? :(

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  14. A sobering and thought-provoking poem .. what have we come to?

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  15. Hard to digest, but true. Poignant lines..they shook me :(

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  16. I do know poverty is real... but I have seen the same man "begging" in the same spot for two years.... I don't get it.

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