Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Am I A Poet !

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am i a poet
or merely
a juggler
of words
i dont know
a head full
of squiggly
worms
that flow
out
from the
earthen pot
of my mind
as they grow
i see pain
only pain
wherever
i go
pain
the essence
of street survival
as prints
on your mind
i blowup
to show
pain you too
have seen
but not
noticed or felt
ever before
destiny
of a beggar child
banging his head
against a deaf door
a dismal future
or whatever
is in store
a somnolent
society
peacefully
snores
life a commodity
that makes
little girls
into painted
whores
as they walk
this planet all
on fours
slave driven by
libidinous man
who kills and gores
blood flowing
on the floor
yet another
hymen tore

to gail orenstein

Suraj The Shopkeeper

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after
he comes back from school
at his uncles shop he stands
working away his blues
life in the slums
he understands
to the kids who
buy sweets from him
right change he hands
he does not cheat
he does not give credit
he is in great demand
learning his way
through life
suraj
the shop keeper
in command

The Birth of a Teacher

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I walk through the slums to reach my workplace , I interact with a few kids , Suraj after schools sits and runs his uncles provision store ..he uncles kids study outside , they hardly play with the kids around them.

I asked a few of the what they would want to be , maybe their replies I cannot give you exactly but I give you the gist..I took the names of a few people and got their response..

I asked them if they wanted be Madam Sonia Gandhi.. they collectively said no.. I asked them why they said they did not have her stature..

I asked them if they wanted to be Rahul Gandhi they all said yes..I asked them why..the replied they were fed up of seeing the nation run by fools old men and sycophants..the last word was colloquially abusive so I have not used it here..

But the kid in the picture looked up at me and said Uncle if everyone becomes a neta politician , a film star, a cricketer , tennis player who will teach the nation I have decided I will become a teacher when I grow up , my poem is my tribute to him and all the teachers of the world.

he has dreams
he has hopes
a destination
he wants to reach
yes when
he becomes
a bit older
the slum kids
he would like
to teach
i asked him
if he wanted
to be a politician
or a priest
he replied
looking
directly
into my eyes
no sir
i do not
want to preach
or the soul
of humanity
breach
to make me
worthy
of this
gift of life
to the almighty
to make me a
teacher
i beseech
i am
but a pebble
washed away
on the beach

You Tube Childs Gateway to Nursery Rhymes

Learning From You Tube

Sweeping The Dust of Life

Some Things You Are Born With Some Things You Inherit

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some things you
are born with
some things
you inherit
some things
are part of
your soul
your spirit
a light
of godliness
you always emit
your knowledge
your wisdom
a gift of learning
to others
you transmit
to a greater goal
of humanity
your inner being
you submit


Marziya is has always loved to write to draw to paint and to shoot pictures on my Nikon D80 rest I shall leave unsaid.. yes she has picked this style of studying from the slum kids ..

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