CHILDREN OF LOST GODs
Extended palms, seeking alms
sunken eyes, skeleton arms
jaundiced skin, frail frames
children of lost Gods.
Ragged and shabby, looking
ravenous
searching morsels of food,
trembling and nervous
fighting the odds, weak but courageous
children of lost Gods.
Here, there and everywhere
at crossroads and traffic
signals
selling wares of rich and
famous
or washing utensils, running
errands
at the stalls, dabhas, small
eateries
under the hot sun or the
sand
picture this, view not so
grand
children of lost Gods.
Urchins of all ages
initiated
into the crimes of different
hue
slowly but surely they age
to their prime
getting black listed under
who is who
death stalks them every now
and then
making them prey on a sly
yet survive
forcing death to give them a
bye
children of lost Gods.
Sodomised, molested or
getting raped
gender distinction is never
made
the claws of mafia so strong
have no choice but to go
along
children of lost Gods.
Acquiring all vices
no savior in sight, in time of crisis
abused and used
have no emotions of their
own
ocean of tears not to be
shown
children of lost Gods.
Their images haunt
future in them taunt
aware yet unawares
concern for them seldom we
flaunt
children of lost Gods.
Oh God Almighty
help them find the lost Gods
free them from this bondage
now act and spare the rod
let them recover
lost childhood,
innocence and battered image
children of lost Gods
children of lost Gods.
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Ampat Koshy 9:11pm Oct 31
ReplyDeleteSir, poems like this make me depressed but please keep writing them.
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ReplyDeleteYesterday, 18:43
Here, there, everywhere
They roam and do errands
They have no purpose in life
They are children of lost Gods.
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VAS Yesterday, 19:15
ReplyDeleteMy dear poet TK,
Very touching and mind piercing poem.
Every one of us can extend little help to these poor people who extend arms seeking alms.
Help them,free them,recover them,educate them and be a living GOD to them.
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Hari1941 Yesterday, 19:29
ReplyDeleteTK,
This is one of your most touching poems. If you have watched 'Friends' on the TV, this character of Pheebe makes me think what a country she lives in. Mother an alcoholic, father untraceable twin sister uncaring. But she lives a life on her terms because the system does not ask her parentage, her social status. She does what she likes within law and lives a comfortable life. May be one day our Street Children or Children of lost Gods, or Children of lesser Gods wiil be in a position to live a better life.
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savi Yesterday, 20:27
ReplyDeleteA very heart touching poem dear TK,
whenever i see such children on the street, the one thought which comes to my mind instantly is "what is their crime" dont they have a right to live a respectful life, a right to education, a right to have two full meals a day, they are brought into this world by their equally poor parents, for whom two hands begging for alms, is more worthy than one mouth to feed, they beg on the street, they work in hotels, restaurant, road side dhabas, for small small amount, few coins few rupees as alms, is that going to change their way of life
no God is not lost dear TK, when I look at them I feel "humanity" is lost somehow somewhere......and I am sorry to say the numbers of such street children are on the rise day by day.
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Ampat Koshy 9:02pm Nov 1
ReplyDelete♥ your thoughts tribhawan ji
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ReplyDelete"A moving poem..."
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Vinod Khanna 10:25pm Nov 10
ReplyDeleteTouching!
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