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.
For - dVerse Poets Pub
An attempt at Miltonian Sonnet.
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ReplyDeleteits sad.. and so scary!
They won't be helped and thats heartbreaking.
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.
ReplyDeleteA price for dreams - There is always a price to be paid and this is very well made and written.
ReplyDeleteThat was beautifully written.
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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.
ReplyDeleteugh...begging an industry..mutilating limbs on purpose so that people have pity.. breaks my heart
ReplyDeleteAn poignant portrayal of such a sad and hopeless situation. To think that people live like this is horrendous . . .
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Janu!
Just dropping by to say hello from A to Z.
ReplyDeleteJO ON FOOD, MY TRAVELS AND A SCENT OF CHOCOLATE
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.
ReplyDeletebegging 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....
ReplyDeleteTerribly sad to have people mutilating themselves for money. Nice write.
ReplyDeleteWell crafted - you tackled a horrendous theme with a deft touch
ReplyDeleteA very sad situation, well presented in sonnet form.
ReplyDeleteLots of food for thought here, Janu. We find the beggars greedy and fraudulent, but we all are too, aren't we? :(
ReplyDeleteA sobering and thought-provoking poem .. what have we come to?
ReplyDeletePoignant and relevant.
ReplyDeleteHard to digest, but true. Poignant lines..they shook me :(
ReplyDeleteI 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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