"underprivileged" poems
Every night the underprivileged will be lifted up by the privileged.
Every night the rich will have everything right to eat, but the poor.
Every night the homeless will have nowhere left to sleep, but our old carpeted floor.
Every night scicle cell anemia will have everywhere right to be contained,
including your city heart snooker.
Every night peace will have everywhere to be passive,
including your japanese zen gardens,
Everyone will be right to make peace with us,
but our unkempt sons.
Every night the proletariat will sleep ignoring the foremen descending their picket fences,
Every serious thief will be rejected as a nightmare-
For they are owed nothing, and must reject everything more
than The Othello denial an ounce of starved soul.
They will lament, as we cool our overheated hearts,
on the pristine grounds of our single rooms.
And they will lament, as we lounge on the branches of our stoic oaks,
decomposing birthday songs for the Bad young nights of the wicked little girls…
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
Sleep is a thing for the weak… the underprivileged youth of America. It’s for those who do not have any true grit. Something the busy and spontaneous folk do not acknowledge. We have no need for it. We have our drugs, our energy, and our freedom.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC
To be touched by love:
Is to feel a Tsunami of joy running through your artery,
To be able to see the light through your wounds and suffering!
To be touched by love:
Is to live on the lips of bliss and happiness,
And let your soul encompass the beauty of your surroundings.
To be touched by love:
Is to have yourself drawn to befriend your underprivileged neighbors, be Inspired to start a conversation, soothe their pain
And show them the way to a new dawn of hope and ingenuity.
To be touched by love:
Is to be able to merge with every creation of this universe, to
Become one by speaking their languages, listening to their prayers, and Sharing their pains.
Hussein Dekmak
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
unmarked, scarred
unwanted, bought
overpriced, underprivileged
never seen, faded
yet always bright in your eyes
shadows upon tasteless tongues
burning with desire
each sense bursting with light
clouded eyes that dare not wake
wander
wondering at the sights their vision
will not bestow upon them
blinded and all seeing
your wisdom falls upon me
as if your essence were showers of rain
that sooth my uneasy breath
and cool the anxiety beneath my breast
but your eyes glow; ready to devour me
your lips curve at my desire
your teeth, sharp as shards of glass
tear at the ambition of my stoic heart
swallow the blood and take it
for within me it can only cause harm
maybe if it lies within your purity
it will soak in your water
ah
that i may drink from this fountain
and taste the love that is sprung there
and forever live in the passion of your being
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
It can’t be TOO hard- being a duck that is.
My stomach growled watching a tot feeding a duck in the castle garden,
then my famished gears started turning.
Right. That’d be nice- I could go for some bread and a swim.
Ducks don’t even have to work for food- not these ducks
-they get fed.
I have to shop for bread,
and that’s not the half of it.
First I have to get to the bread,
which means risking it in my tired van
or sitting on a bus with a perfect smelly stranger
or pushing my luck crossing a bustling street.
And then, if I’m not way-laid…BREAD!
But I can’t just stuff it down my gullet,
and sure as day nobody’s gonna feed it to me.
The worst that can happen to a duck
eating bread
is getting its head wet…or choking on fruitcake.
Just when I was feeling particularly underprivileged
on the food chain,
I thought of my great grandfather
and his wooden decoy duck bobs
still sitting on my hearth back in Indiana,
and I thought of the dogs he used to chase the felled birds
and I thought of the bullets and the sharp October air, and the teeth,
and I felt silly.
Aug 24, 2011
Aug 24, 2011 at 2:15 PM UTC
It positively affects my mood.
I become more independent of the society, I help people with their stuff and entertain them with my poems, stories, couplets, jokes, essays, songs & guitar.
I also take to first-hand social service whenever possible and I've also taught some underprivileged children & imparted elementary education to them.
I get my poetry ideas from this activity.
I think & feel differently about the world.
I look the others into their eyes with piercing confidence and I think you never had that confidence.
I feel stronger & more in control.
My appetite has greatly improved from being a poor eater in my childhood to a healthy eater in my adulthood.
My virility isn't affected at all and instead, I gain more stamina and manliness; my tool is strengthened.
My imagination power, IQ and hence smartness is also increased - believe me these have actually increased.
I cleared 9 & 10 examinations in my engineering degree two different times at one attempt each and my response time is greatly improved.
I become more confident.
My strength isn't reduced, but I go to the gym and I exercise as good as others.
My power & force are perfectly normal.
My eyes are shining bright, dark black in the middle of pure white.
I have never got any dark circles.
It takes me no more than 10 minutes to recover completely, it depends on the body about how it performs.
Over-use of anything - even oxygen as it oxidizes body & mind - is utterly harmful.
Quality has become thicker & brighter each day I exercise.
So keep hands on your tools than some ****** books blaspheming against the new-found rage.
Consult an expert instead of developing your own stories or believing the same old ****** stories.
Everything has a limit and within that limit, it is extremely enjoyable.
Just one last tip: Keep yourself humane with yourself & don't become a dumb & helpless addict to get embarrassed in front of your family one day.
Now if you feel that I'm spreading blasphemy & bad thoughts, you may please stop reading my poems instead of cursing me in vain.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 3:53 AM UTC
In dead earnest,
she tries to raise hell,
put on an act
as best as she can,
forgetting altogether
she still is a greenhorn
in such matters, though
graduated to be his bride
from a lover for so long
underprivileged all the while,
grabbing the very first chance
after the new found privilege.
He watches her goof up
inexperience in evidence,
out of the corner of his eye
does nothing but conceals his smile;
caught in the act, her perplexity
gives her up, that was the best part
of the act: the bride's belligerence.
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
No job is beneath you,
For the necessities you need to fulfill,
No qualification is too little,
For the benevolence you can give another,
No house is too small,
For you to help the underprivileged,
No mind is too untameable,
For you to bear thoughts of goodness.
No heart is too small,
For you to love greater than fear.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Where once the rows of corn grew
Now grow rows of fast food joints
Minimum wage factories
were underprivileged kids line up in
rows with no other ability
I used to go to the river
to row my worries away
Now I get up on plane
and set down
before I can change my mind .
The county went bankrupt
They stole billions of the people's money
Now they line up at the
unemployment line
row after row
Section C , row 24
Right behind the concrete column
Waited for this concert
But hey
It's just the way it goes
Day after day
row upon row
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
The best advice I was
given about writing was:
*write appropriately, suit the reader,
don't make the assumption that they're careless enough not to notice sentence after sentence of redundancies. Most of all, avoid confusion.*
And even though I'm young, I try to write for
a younger generation, my generation, one that produced the notion that it is feasible to aspire to write without having the will or desire to read. Welcome this juxtaposed generation with delight. They were born to dream, and there isn't a need for articulation when you keep your eyes closed.
What words will make a bigger impact?
Because what is wit to a man that only
finds enjoyment from himself. The outsider
at this point would rather listen to a person's
complete hatred of napkins. Because they're
just a paper towel folded twice.
Kids want money and fame and respect.
And who doesn't to some degree.
So maybe I must act accordingly.
*I smacked a ***** to know
what it feels like. And I keep a gun in my glove
compartment. Don't even ask about the trunk,
because you already know it's locked.
I do drugs because they make me feel good,
and when I feel bad everyone else will, too.
When I crack open a beer I pour some out.
That's for my friends that have passed.
When I pop champagne I pour it on ****
Because a two-thousand dollar shower
doesn't require clothes.*
If that's not what's normal, I don't know what is.
But it's almost as if this generation is
too ignorant to care. Being underprivileged
isn't ironic when talked about wearing
thrift shop clothes, but that changes when you
hop on private airplanes to deliver the message.
And I'm not trying to say I'm different,
I have twenty dollars in my pocket, like most,
although I'm only looking for a come-up.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
My apologies:
To the sun, for not joining her in her sacred daily prayers of selfless Giving.
To the roses in my garden, for not watering them on a hot summer day.
To the birds, for not participating in their daily celebration of life.
My apologies:
To the complete stranger, for not greeting him with a warm smile.
To the underprivileged person, for not treating him with humanity.
To a suffering soul, for not shedding a tear or a extending a helping hand.
My apologies:
To my neighbors, for not embracing their sorrows and joys.
To my friends and loved ones, for not joining with them in more laughter.
To my wife and kids, for being absent during some of their painful and Blissful occasions.
Hussein Dekmak
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
I can't study
What I want to
Because I have no money
My course
Isn't eligible
For government loans
I can't get a loan
From my bank
Of nearly six years
Because I'm self employed
I write this
In a futile attempt
To stop me from crying
As I
Curse my working class
Background and
**** my underprivileged past
No place
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
it doesn't take a man
to be respectful to a woman
to not yell at a girl for rejecting a drink
to not hit a woman who hurt him in some way
to resist the urge of having *** with a reluctant woman
to hold in a cat call late at night
to prevent **** and ****** assault
to stand up for whats right
to look into others interests
to fight for the underprivileged
to know right from wrong
to identify societal problems today
to hope for women to live and succeed
it takes a human being to realize
something much bigger is happening
than our finite
identities
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
You stand in front of me seeking knowledge of the unknown.
What Door Is Locked, Which Door You Talk About, Atul.
Today I Talk About The Doorway To Heaven,
But Do You Possess The Credibility Even.
This Is A Question - Right?
Yeah, This Is A Question...
Didn't Sound Like One!
Okay, I'm Sorry But You Should Just Answer Me
*Heaven is Not a Place Unfamiliar to Me,
The Door was Against the Common Notion
Black.
Heaven is a Place Where Bland Mixtures of Happy,
And Sad Emotions Fly Lightly Through Our Minds
Unfailingly.
Nobody Ever Clearly Remembers of What Heaven Was Like,
I Experienced Heaven in The Peace of My Long Comatose
State.*
But Where Did We Miss Out on The Doorway Part??
Be Patient.
Okay, We Would Be...
*Good, Now Listen Carefully Without Interrupting Me.
Even Though I Missed My Girlfriend,
More Did I Miss My College Than I Did Her.*
You nod your head and say, It's Obvious, Many Guys Feel So.
I shake my head, Not Many Guys Would Feel Exactly The Same & Don't Interrupt Me Please.
Seeing you ready to listen more, I comfort my shoulders to continue,
*I Missed The Underprivileged Kids More Than I Missed Her,
I Missed Imparting Them Elementary Education,
I Missed The Feeling of Being Close,
Close To The Door Of Heaven,
Their Houses In The Slum,
The One Close To The College,
Seemed Exactly - Actually Like It,
The Eternal Doorway To Heaven & I Found It,
So Peaceful, Calm And As Much Meaningful To Serve.*
I end up my dialogue undisturbed, Yeah, That's The Doorway To Heaven Which I Had Found.
You are running a rapid thought process in your mind, Is That It?
I smile & Reply, Yes That's It, Thank You.
You further ask, But What If We Feel Heavenly Elsewhere, Does It Matter?
This time I nod my head and say, It Could Be Anywhere You Feel Happy From Your Heart & Free From All Your Doubts About The Reason's Morality.
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 6:23 AM UTC
Really,
'Twas exciting,
How I planned her birthday,
And along with her other friends I did that,
To surprise her the next day,
'Twas exciting,
Really.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
We were all colleagues and batchmates,
Teaching underprivileged kids,
Those kids at Swapan,
Yes it was,
Exciting to teach 'em,
We felt responsible & fulfilled,
I even felt that she was the one for me.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
We trained our students to sing a song,
Of course the birthday song,
They were happy,
I was too,
For her, that was,
Her girl friends tasked me,
So, I brought a birthday cake for her.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 12:21 AM UTC
Free me of my chains;
Free my body, my mind, and my soul so I can feel abundantly free!
Free me of my chains;
So I can be a bird flying high in the sky amidst the clouds, flapping wings, spending my life singing, traveling the world, visiting my childhood girl who had beautiful green eyes, and spreading happiness and harmony around the globe!
Free me of my chains;
So I can go back to my innocent childhood, playing with my friend, laughing so loud, running around to a point where I am all sweaty, watching the miracle of the birth of baby sheep, goats, and cows in my dad's barn, going into nature, picking wild flowers to present them, with an innocent smile, to my cute teacher!
Free me of my chains;
So I can visit my mom in heaven, get her a soft kiss and hug, stare at her beautiful green eyes and her angelic smile, and share with her stories about my lovely family.
Free me of my chains;
So I can spend the rest of my life enjoying the beauty of nature, watching the colorful butterflies, listening to the melodious birds, enjoying the ocean breath, collecting shells, and watching the sunset at the beach.
Free me of my chains;
So I can spend the rest of my days in an isolated place connecting to God, asking Him for forgiveness for my numerous sins, shedding tears for innocent lives, praying for poor people who go to sleep on empty stomachs.
Free me of my chains;
So I can lose myself in serving people, giving hope to the hopeless, lifting the spirit of suffering souls, and giving a helping hand to underprivileged people.
Hussein Dekmak
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
*Season's greetings
To you I send,
I pray for love and peace
For every precious friend.
May this season of hope
Bring happiness in an abundance,
May you feel joy in every moment -
May they be most wondrous.
May we pause for a few seconds
And give thanks for each new blessed day,
May we pray for the needy -
Ask that some assistance may come their way.
May the sick, and the lonely,
Find peace of mind,
May the underprivileged,
And the homeless,
Sleep easier each night - may life become kind.
May we be grateful for more
Than the gifts beneath the Christmas tree,
May we pray for a New Year
That brings peace throughout the Earth,
For all of humanity.
Season's greetings
To you I send,
I pray with all of my heart
That peace on Earth
Is right around the bend.
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
India is our country
And we are told
It's a great country
However, I beg to differ
Rather, we are sold
The idea of an utopian nation
A country with a myriad variety of cultures
Races, religions and languages
United by a common feeling of brotherhood
However, look beneath the hood
And the idea implodes spectacularly
Crumbling in a heap
Instead, emergeth a divide so deep
That it can be bested not
Even by the mighty Pacific Ocean
Truth be told, we are but a Hindu nation
In all but name
Instead, we put the blame
For all our evils
On the British, one day
And the Mughals, the very next day
While more and more blood spills
In the name of religion and caste
How long will this last?
India is our country
And as per the Constitution
All Indians are our brothers and sisters
However, if you use your imagination
Understand, you will
That this is just a facade
Designed to protect our international image
As you turn page after page
Of our so-called glorious history
Emergeth the true picture
A land comprising thousands of castes
Fighting each other since the beginning of time
Something that would put to shame
Even the fickle-minded Romans
During the reign of Julius Caesar
We Indians are indeed pathetic humans
Falling like nine pins
At the slightest hint of pressure
While boasting about past wins
That no longer matter
India is our country
And a time there was
When, a proud Indian I was
However, passed have light years, since then
Oppressed, have been our women
More so, those who are underprivileged
Brahmins, were the rapists of Bilkis Bano
And hence, did they go unpunished
Meanwhile, ***** by the Indian Army
Are the women of Kashmir and the North Eastern states
For which, not a single mainstream feminist bothers to show even the slightest sign of empathy
Something that truly makes my blood boil
Even as hundreds of wrongdoers get bail
Because, our justice system is an epic fail
On the other hand, you have innocent people
Languishing in jail for ages
Because nobody bothers to turn the pages
Of the Constitution of India
Yes, India is our country indeed
But patriots we are, no longer
Because, ultimately, humanity is stronger
A field where India can never take the lead
Yes, Indians we are
However, humans we are first
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 2:01 AM UTC
What Will It Take
By Song Bird
(Verse 1) How many must we refuse and deny
Before you and I realize our shame
How many eyes gotta cry in vain
Before we take away their pain
How many lives must we claim
Before we decide to make a change
So what will it take for us
To put down our arms
And make our stand
Stop bringing harm
To our fellow man
(Chorus) What will it take to make a stand
What will it take to take someone’s hand
What will it take to make our stance
What will it take to take a chance
What will it take to say we have had enough
What will it take to give away our love
What will it take
(Verse 2) Because of the way we disregard
And close our doors and our hearts to others
There are those sleeping on cardboard
On concrete floors, who are our brothers
And our sisters, who can’t afford to eat
Or have the clothing to stay warm
Have no shoes for their feet
And are left tattered and torn
No homes just the streets they roam
So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap
If you and I ain’t gonna make a change
(Chorus repeats 1)
(Verse 3) Because of the way we disregard,
Soldiers bombard poor countries
With mortars, while children starve
Go hungry and get our cold shoulder
As our wars pillage and burn their village
Turn their underprivileged places
Into our coliseums, giving them no relief
Just sad faces that have seen too much carnage
Strife and defeat as we take away their very freedoms
And tarnish their dreams, so don’t talk change
Because talk is cheap, if you and I ain’t gonna make a change
(Chorus repeats 1)
(Verse 4) Because of the way we disregard
Our earth is scarred by our many demands
Left hurt and discarded by our own hands
As we disgorge our resources
Leaving our shores and sky to surely weep
Our rainforests torched, our lands scorched
Our oceans, rivers and seas are forced to bleed
Nowhere for you or me to retreat
So don’t talk change, because talk is cheap
If you and I ain’t gonna make a change
(Chorus repeats 2)
(Outro) Isn’t it time we become the prayer
Show the world that we care
Loving we can spare, loving we can share
So help the ones who are in despair
What will it take for you to be there?
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 4:20 PM UTC
Quit it! Stop being hypocritical about freedom
What type or what kind that you are talking about?
Be serious! Keep on talking about freedom
Until you drive me to boredom
Until I am strong enough to eat a live trout
Keep on yelling freedom, freedom
Until you lose your kingdom
In Galatians 5: 1,13-15: we found these words, not in error
"You shall love as yourself your neighbor"
"But through love become slaves to one another"
"If, however, you bite and devour one another,
Take care that you are not consumed by one another"
Go read the Bible yourselves, ‘because we are free'
We are brothers and sisters, we should love one another
Yes, Christ died for our freedom, for our liberty
We want freedom in America
We want freedom in Cuba
We want freedom in Columbia
We want freedom in Haiti
Which is poor because of exploitation
Corruption, violence, hatred, pollution
Lies, extortion, racism, theft, distortion
Misery, slavery, crimes and discrimination
Stop, stop being hypocritical about freedom
Let's finish elaborating and talking about freedom
Before alluding to or commenting on democracy
Which is more twisted, complex, convoluted or mazy
Big brother is supposed to protect the little one
In this world, we should fight for freedom for everyone
For the rich, the poor, the underprivileged and the elderly
The strong must protect the weak one. Oh! Miss Liberty
Stands for something noble and divine for all
"For freedom Christ has set us free", so we can walk tall
So we can think freely
So we can wink freely
So we can talk freely
So we can walk freely
So we can laugh freely
So we can clap freely
So we can write freely
So we can chat freely
So we can dream freely
So we can invent freely
So we can yell freely
So we can enjoy life freely
While respecting each other
And protecting one another
Oh! Freedom, Freedom. Too many humans have senselessly
And falsely die in your name. Oh! Freedom. Oh! Liberty.
Copyright © July 2021, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 4:59 AM UTC
There was a time
When I used to be proud
Of being an Indian
However, that feels like light years ago
Since then, so many things have changed
That I wonder sometimes
If this is indeed the same country
Where I was conceived
Imagine surviving a plane crash
Only to have your face charred in such a way
That it resembles a piece of barbequed meat
And thus even your own mother fails to recognise you
That is the India of today
A democracy only in name
Where the gap between the rich and the poor
Is even wider than the river Nile
The way in which the so-called upper castes
Treat the so-called lower castes
Is even worse
Than the way in which the Nazis used to treat the Jews
Nearly a century ago
Not to mention, to insult a cow
Is considered nothing short of ******
However, harassing a woman
Especially a woman from one of the underprivileged sections of society
Is treated, in the manner in which a simple traffic violation is dealt with
That is, all you have to do; is pay a fine
And you are free to go about doing whatever you were doing
Including harassing more women
Then we come to the small matter of mental health
If you are undergoing therapy or counselling
Or if you are meeting a psychiatrist
As you pass people on the way
You might hear a lot of whispers and murmurs
Making it sound as though you were dying
Or worse, on the verge of insanity
Therefore, whenever you air your views publicly
The chances of people taking you seriously
Are even less than that of Netherlands winning this year's Men's Cricket World Cup!!
It may have been seventy-six years
Since we gained independence
However, the reality is
We are as much independent
As Salman Khan knows how to drive a car
Without killing people in the process
As I mentioned earlier, I used to be a patriot
However, when I think of India now
I feel a remarkably similar kind of shame
That I used to experience during my Engineering days
Whenever I failed in a subject
After all, when your country's international image
Takes precedence over the living conditions of your people
Then it is only a matter of time
Before you are headed down the path of the Nazis
Yes, I am an Indian
And difficult as it sounds to believe, I used to love my country
However, my love for its people
Exceeds that by thousands of miles
Sep 22, 2023
Sep 22, 2023 at 1:24 PM UTC
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This wedding season, you can adorn yourself with one of Aarong’s festive looks. On November 17, Aarong launched their latest product line – the Wedding Collection.
Aarong has introduced a series of looks and styles to try out this wedding season for brides, the bridal entourage and the wedding attendees. What’s more, they are promoting Jamdani, Muslin and Katan sarees as the choice of outfits to wear for the bride and her close ones.
The line is introducing bridal wear in some uncommon hues, moving away from the routine “red” to peach, pink, purple, blue, green and beige. These unconventional colours can also look grand on the big day, and this is the idea that the creators of Aarong are attempting to establish.
Jamdani saris will be incorporated with remarkable embroidered and printed blouses, helping ladies look regal on their special day. The wedding entourage also has a lot to look forward to. This special compilation includes Katan and Jamdani sarees, paired with embroidered blouses, ideal for any reception soiree. Katan sarees can be worn in bright or bold colours and contrasted with multi-layered pearl jewellery and complementing blouses. Furthermore, the collection also includes Jamdani saris in light shades such as light pink, peach and white, and these can be paired with frilled petticoats or dupattas.
Along with gold, the creators encourage the brides to try out silver jewellery with complementing stones, layered pearl neckpieces and hair ornaments. Hence, the looks are a mix of modern and traditional, and are not only advised for the bride, but also for the close relatives or wedding attendees.
This collection also comprises of saris, appropriate for the bridesmaids, the cousins, the sisters, and even the parents of the to-be-weds. Aarong has prepared similar ‘matching’ attires for the bride and the groom, that are perfect for particular occasions like Holud, Mehendi, Aiburo Bhaat, and so on. For the bridegroom, as well as his family and friends, there is also an exclusive range, that includes Sherwanis and Panjabis. Aarong also provides a variety of gift options such as ceramic dinner set, cushion and bed covers, as well as women’s accessories, such as bags and purses.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/white-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/backless-formal-dresses
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:00 AM UTC
... we are all pretty much disappointments running amok like dysentery in a underprivileged head start program...and with that I leave you in disgust.
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
1.
I successfully survived the accident,
Thanks to my good Karma in this life
Not in a previous one.
2.
In '09-10, I volunteered for the society,
Educating underprivileged kids and
Their parents too.
3.
Now I'm a successful professional,
Thanks to equitable opportunities
Available in Bháràŧà.
4.
I may have lost my golden years,
But I am in no way literally lost
In the competition.
5.
That accident triggered a cascade,
A chain of unfavourable events
In my family.
6.
My mother lost her knee caps,
Due to her efforts to bring me back
And long standing hours for that.
7.
My father broke his acetabulum,
When trying to save me from falling
While he retrained me.
8.
But I'm thankful to Bhàgàwán,
That both of them are alive
And I'm finally successful.
9.
I don't resent my destiny,
For costing me more than
A complete decade.
10.
My ordeal began on May 7, 2010,
When I landed inside the hospital
On my potential deathbed.
11.
But I knew that I must survive,
For my sentence is not yet over
Here on this planet.
12.
My spirit didn't depart that day,
Although I lost years & friends
Due to the accident.
13.
I didn't fall from Grace of the Lord,
Instead I was sent back with a mission
Amidst the humans.
14.
To teach the lesson of love,
Not through conversion
Or bloodshed.
15.
But through the words of wisdom,
Consideration, love, truth
And experience.
16.
Through these poems of decency,
Rhyme, structure, rhythm
And magic.
17.
The magic is love,
The structure is evident
And the rhythm is so divine.
18.
My parents smiling is my success,
The golden sheen of future
Is my redemption.
19.
In the end,
I speak to you, O Gauri,
You do realise that you're my future.
20.
To you I have promised,
The intensity and the
Love you deserve.
21.
Not short of words ever,
Not because of vocabulary
But because of my passion.
22.
The passion for my life,
The passion for my love
And my love is you.
23.
Never forget what you want,
I'm solely yours, darling,
Yes, you want me.
Jul 3, 2024
Jul 3, 2024 at 8:59 PM UTC