Homeless, not Hopeless …

ನಿರ್ಗತಿಕ ನಾನು ಗದ್ದುಗೆಯನು
ಹತ್ತಿ ಕೂರೊ ಸಾಹಸಕೆ ಹೋಗುವನಲ್ಲ ..
ಸುಡುವ ಬಿಸಿಲಲಿ ನಿಂತು ಕಲಿತ
ಜೀವನ್ಮೌಲ್ಯ ಗಳನೆಂದೂ  ಮರೆಯುವುದಿಲ್ಲ ..
ಕಲ್ಲು ಮುಳ್ಳಿನ ಯಾನಕೀಗ
ಅರ್ಥ ಸಿಕ್ಕ ಬಹುದೆ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡ
ಸಮಯ ವ್ಯರ್ಥ ವಾಗದಿರಲಿ..
ಗೆಲ್ಲುವ ಛಲದ ಜೊತೆಗೆ
ಕಠಿಣ ಯುದ್ಧಗಳ ನಡುವೆ
ಶುದ್ಧಮಯ ಬದುಕು ನಲಿವ ಜೊತೆ ನಡೆಯುತಿರಲಿ..
I am homeless and I don’t dare to sit on throne,
I will never forget the life lessons I learnt
by standing under burning sun.
The time spent travelling through stones and thorns should not be wasted,
with a will to win through tough battles.
A life of dignity should continue with joy…
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Stark Contrasts!

The sunny days of summer are here,

Vacations are in full gear;

Everyone is planning for their holidays,

But there are some who are scrounging for their hungry days!

Here we are deciding the destinations,

Zeroing in on scenic locations,

Finalising exotic homestays,

But there are some who don’t even have a home to stay!

Here we are buying trip outfits,

Packing up our travel kits,

And checking our tickets for the terminal of boarding,

But there are some who can’t afford even their basic clothing!

Here we are looking for luxurious ac rooms,

Desiring to stroll along colourful vibrant blooms,

And vying to book for sound and light shows,

But there are some who live darkness and become victims of nature’s woes!

Here we are ready to have a go at full on fun,

All set to enjoy the beaches under the sun,

And looking forward to binging on exotic food,

But there are some who slog in the heat and can’t enjoy anything that is even barely good!

All they need is a place to stay

And at the end of the month, an assured decent pay,

To relieve them from all these indignities,

And have a decent life and respect for their individual sensitivities!

Deliverance We Seek!

We need a place to live – a place called home,

With a simple roof and not an ornate dome;

 

To satisfy my family’s hunger, I have to earn my bread,

And for them to sleep in peace they need a normal bed;

 

For my kids to be worldly wise, they need to go to school,

A state-of-the-art international school is definitely not the rule;

 

To cover our bodies, we need some inexpensive dresses,

It’s not pleasant to see the Children roaming around with unkempt tresses;

 

Clean drinking water we need to quench our thirst,

The sanitary conditions in our area, I’m sure, are the worst;

 

Our locality is the epicentre of all crimes,

As it houses all the rogues who are the societal grime;

 

Respect and love are what we crave for on this earth,

Sadly, it is of these feelings for the poor, there seems to be an obvious dearth!

 

Deliverance from this misery is all we ask for,

But the realisation of our dreams seems to be a cry too far!

Blindsided….

Thoughts blurbs to awaken collective compassion…

A Nation Sans Illumination!

In our democratic nation,

There are people dying of starvation,

Unable to afford their daily ration,

Children deprived of education,

Men and boys under the grips of intoxication,

From their jobs facing the danger of termination,

Poor women enslaved by male domination,

People victimised by discrimination,

Girls becoming preys of sexual exploitation,

Folks living in poverty leading to mortification,

Unable to meet their basic needs, succumbing to suffocation,

Running around in circles seeking identification,

Living in areas lacking sanitation,

People indulging in open defecation,

Garbage dumps heading towards putrefaction,

Troubled by rodent infestation,

Water and food unsafe due to contamination,

Folks sulking in frustration,

Slowly giving up hope and expectation,

Subject to miseries of pollution,

But for all this there seems to be no solution!

All measures of welfare and rehabilitation,

Fail to reach the intended destination,

People continuously searching for some miraculous mitigation,

Of all their problems and shake off their feeling of desolation,

And from this life of damnation,

Wanting to attain permanent salvation!

Blindsided…

Thought blurbs to awaken our collective compassion…

The Hellhole

Hills of trash and stagnant waters

Adorned all sides of the living quarters;

Living in them were the most skilled cobblers,

Domestic helps and talented tailors!

 

Without them, life for the wealthy would be woeful

But for those in poverty, everything in life is awful;

Stench and pests were a permanent feature

And the people always became victims of the furies of nature!

 

For them even water and food were items of luxury

For, so deeply were they entrenched in penury;

The shacks were made too close to each other

And it wasn’t comfortable in extremely hot weather!

 

Boys in their teens were smoking weed

This horrendous sight would make anyone’s heart bleed;

Men were forever in a drunken stupor

Never once were they found to be sober!

 

Abusing women was an existing norm

Never did there prevail any peace and calm;

Health and hygiene were a far cry

And happiness was never their best ally!

 

Fist fights and brawls were a daily drama

Difficult, it was, to live amidst this hungama;

This slum was definitely worse than hell

But these poor folks had no alternate place to dwell!

 

My Unfair Fate!

Houses with broken doors,

Sleeping on cold muddy floors,

Eating just anything called food,

Even if it doesn’t taste very good;

Unpleasant as they are,

These are a few of my fated things!

 

Wearing old hand-me-down rags,

Carrying used books in worn out bags,

Walking barefoot to a place called school,

Which is actually not so cool;

Unpleasant as they are,

These are a few of my fated things!

 

Living in the company of rodents and pests,

Who, in my shack, are permanent guests,

Surrounded by reeking sewers and trash

Getting married to sots who are just too brash;

Unpleasant as they are,

These are a few of my fated things!

 

Rotting in poverty,

Victims of adversity,

Learning to thrive,

In conditions not conducive to survive;

Unpleasant as they are,

These are a few of my fated things!

 

Considered as the society’s grime,

My birth itself is equal to a crime,

Nature unlashing its fury,

Here, I am, a wretch living in penury;

Unpleasant as they are,

These are a few of my fated things!

 

Blind Sided…

Thought blurbs to awaken our collective compassion..

Juxtapose

Swanky skyscrapers and smelly shanties,

Schumacher roads and clogged gullies,

Sprawling villas and suffocating huts,

Bath tub saunas and bathroom less muck,

Opulence and Squalor.

 

Sabyasachi saris and hand-me-downs,

Manicured nails and grimy hands,

Polished shoes and cracked feet,

Blow dried tresses and sun-browned hair,

Rich and Poor.

 

Juxtaposed, an unashamed paradox.

How to wake up, shake up

An indifferent world…