NH-24
In
the twilight of uncertainty
The
world goes wide.
Blank
and void, I lie
With
all my senses benumbed and dry.
Frozen
eyes have but one whim
That
He sees my Love, my Heart, my Soul.
Miles
away, they live
With
little or no food.
I
can’t hold, Lord!
Here
I walk on NH-24
I
walk and walk
And
walk home miles away.
Poignantly expressed the painful and ruptured state of workers' mind.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kob.
DeleteThis lockdown poetry vividly images the pains and suffering of migrants workers on their way back home. Looking forward to more.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alok Bhaiya!
DeleteJourney is on hope we all reach to that point. Well pen down . Lovely one
ReplyDeleteThe endless . .... journey
ReplyDeleteMiles to go before they sleep.
ReplyDeleteSurvival of the fittest and the richest.
Plight of the silent victims portrayed beautifully.
Hope they never have to walk through the same lane again.
Thank You, Adity!
DeleteSo very well expressed, their feelings, their situation, their misery, their helplessness...It makes us privileged ones ashamed of our privileges.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Di!
Delete"Everything seems to melt away,
ReplyDeleteFaster then the drop of a dime,
As night dissolves to day,
We lose more precious time.''
Everything flowed very well and the imagery was a joy to read.
Nice one
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ReplyDeleteNo one can lose by having faith in the mind.. And no one can win by keeping doubt in the mind..!!
“Be Positive... Think Positive
You have the best smile, And strong are you in any situation, Very well expressed sir.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully composed lines on the migrant crisis...Every single line is adorable as well as touching...Hope they do not have to go on the same path again.
ReplyDeleteNicely crafted Manish Bhaiya with some deep meaning !
ReplyDeleteWe see them everywhere. Yet, we never imagined migrant workers as a group big enough to be taken seriously.
Very realistic .
ReplyDeleteA hopeful message I consider it
ReplyDeleteFeelings of solidarity express es poignantly.
ReplyDeleteI can see the images of your words right in front of my eyes while reading this..
ReplyDeleteThe pain of the working class has been poured out but the pain is much deeper than a pen to be capable of explaining it. The pang thrown upon the worker should raise anger against the cruel system rather than shedding tears alone. They have undergone through so enormous pain that tears have dried down and turned into flames engagement. Unite with them to fight for our own survival as no one will survive without the toiling masses.
ReplyDelete😍My Idol written a poem to express the pain and suffering of the migrant labourers. The poem titled, 'NH-24' Published on social media. Migrant labourers continue to walk on foot to reach their hometown despite the claims made by the government that arrangements are being made for them.
ReplyDeleteThanks Raushàn
DeleteVery good poem expressing pain and the last option of the labourers working out of their native States.
ReplyDeleteWounded legs, empty stomach, throat parched but I still walk in hope...✝️
ReplyDeleteNeorealism in poetry, Well penned Sir!
ReplyDeleteThank You, Sir
DeleteLot to learn from you and your poem sir.. Amazingly fantastic
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