Poems for the deprived kids

                                   Childern of a lesser God

Powerless feet start moving faster,
Anticipating the arrival of her destination.
Finally she got the  food.
Just sold her soul once again
For a packet of some dry breads.

Tearful eyes, trying to wash away
The shame of surrendering herself to the baker.
Restless mind, thinking about kids,
She augmented her speed.
Hungry for two days,
They must be waiting anxiously.


A sudden burst,
She felt a burning ball
Piercing through her spine.
Falling on earth,
She heard, “good shot,
How dare she steal the bread ”

In the pool of her own blood,
She is losing consciousness,
As well as the perception,
Of being human.


Near at the refugee camp,
Holding his two year old brother.
Waiting for their mother to return.
Anxiety spreading with the darkness.
Sitting by the archaic wall of a temple,
Hope en kindle at every earshot,
Diminish, the very next moment.

Bare feet,
Too heavy with the load of survival.
Empty eyes,
Still waiting to get their first introduction with dreams.
Swollen bellies,
Now in affinity with hunger.
Encircling flies.
Mocking at the civilisation.
Every hope here has same story.

Looking at the sky and then inside the temple,
He smiled, God here, need a new definition.
No time to think about his fever,
Mother must be coming at any moment
And hopefully with some food…

 

                                                               Rishi

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A message of hope for deprived children.

Little Ones

Little Ones!
Your belief of goodness in the world and desire to explore,
Is inspiration for those who are jaded, and why it is you we adore.
Little Ones!
Hope for your development enveloped in freedom and innocence,
To grow enlightened in thought shielded from evil’s presence.
Little Ones!
Thank you for sharing your curiosity, joy, and trust that all is good,
Thus guiding those older, once again the child in all understood.
Little Ones.

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thymos busting, crusting;
thymos lusting, thrusting

tears flooding empty eyes
forsaken child in dire need

thymos busting, crusting;
thymos lusting, thrusting

tears flooding empty eyes
forsaken child in dire need

thymos busting, crusting;
thymos lusting, thrusting

tears flooding empty eyes
forsaken child in dire need

thymos busting, crusting;
thymos lusting, thrusting

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What Day was it when the cracked star fell
Spitting embers into the coal dark sky
That night became an ambulance howling
and dawn filled the empty grave with rain

We stood among strangers in the down pour
wet to the bone, bereft of our voices.

I close the memory, of cold blue lips
and one green eye that barely opened,
hammer the lid shut with ten penny nails
with the shovel handed to me i fill

In the hole between us, the coffin floats
Like a tiny ship in an unlit sea.

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Exellent,

 Bill, I liked that piece very much. Strong opening and it maintains the grip throughout with some creative imagery and well thought of lines . :)

Rishi

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 Thanks Rishi,
I wished that i had something positive to say,
Your poem touched me, because i suffered somewhat as a child, and because of the experience described in Among Strangers.
I have told this story over and again in different ways.
Sometimes the poems are good but the story never improves.
I just see the recognition in others eyes and i know my own loss is echoed everywhere for all the children lost.
When I try to think of what to do to stem this tide of suffering, nothing comes but numbness and despair.
Then one day A little boy came up to me at my house. He was being fostered nearby and he missed his mother painfully. He insisted that i show him how to build a garage for his toy car.
I did that and he came nearly every day. His eyes were crusted over with some kind of infection. After a month or so, he came to say good by. He was Going home.

One child at a time is the best i can do right now.

-bill

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Smiles*

Bill, the best way to wash away the   memories of pain is to provide relief to somebody who is suffering from such pain. Bill once an indian sage had said, ' Temple is very far from home, lets bring a smile to a tears filled face of a kid'…..Bill that garage and  the time you gave to that kid wasn't  your gift to that kid but that was your gift to the God and to yourself :)

Bill it is my pleasure to meet you …hope we will continue to share things in future also ..

Rishi

Children of Violence.

My words go out to you like a bloody head
Smacked against a prison wall.
Carried by the reek of corpses heaped in open graves,
Echoed by the croak of ravens choked on rotted flesh.

Here, the gun that split your father’s head .
The truck that crushed your sister on the road.
The roaring planes that tear your sky with fire and explosions
The crumbled walls that were a school, a church, a cradle of civilization.
Here a paltry dog gnaws your mother’s withered leg.
Earth shudders, hungry birds wheel and cry.

This poem is a child
Sifting fingers in the dust for bugs to eat,
And finding only bits of shattered bone.

What engenders all this pain and this hate?
Here in these words, is this the shape of fate?

Was it always like this,
A million seasons falling through time
Without a future, chasing each other, without change?
When comes this soft season we hope for;
Spring, when gentle rain calls forth
The crocuses and lilies, the grey doves in trees?

My voice empties the cage of my ribs.
Light breaks in, piercing my hollow chest.
Wind howls among the stones.
Again a new heart beats.
Like train tracks receding in the distance;
Like horses running to the sunset with no riders.
Life comes to the blasted land.

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I, too, have a tendency to get that same feeling of numbness and helplessness.  What can I do?  How do I start?  One thing I do know with certainty is that my childhood brought an awareness and a “sixth sense” about children in need.  My eyes are always open.  I've been blessed to have many innocents put in my path and have walked the walk right beside them, their hands safely in mine until my efforts provided them with an even greater place of safety.  It can be painful and one has to be a stubborn bulldog always pushing ahead, growling at every obstacle.  I've found that it doesn't make for popularity in a land of people turning their heads and looking the other way.  Just another reason why I love this site and this thread.  I might see the light, you might see the light.  Now, how do we bring the light to the children?



Just A Little Girl
ayla said Aug 17, 6:47 AM:


I am just a little girl
Sitting in my tree
The breezes sway the branches
And I'm singing just for me

I am just a little girl
playing with my toys
Mommy's mad at me again
But she loves her little boys

I am just a little girl
Sitting in my tree
The breezes sway the branches
And I'm crying just for me

I am just a little girl
Hiding from the night
Daddy's looking for me now
To hold me really tight

I am just a little girl
Sitting in my tree
The breezes sway the branches
And I'm praying just for me

I am just a little girl
With a smile upon my face
But Mommy look into my eyes
And take me from this place

I am just a little girl
Sitting in my tree
The breezes sway the branches
And I wish I wasn't me