Bl Devnath Poet Prose Poetry

A Beggar For a Piece of Bread

Each Experience is locked
                                       within my heart and only
                                      I hold the key of sadness
                                      of a human being in town
                                           insight questions me


                                    A beggar for a piece of bread
                                       cries with extreme hunger
                                         fainthearted, deserted
                                   belongs to present generation
                                          with my eyes I do see

                                   Takes the wastes all we throw
                                    eats on foot path,faded smile
                                 along with street dogs and crows
                                           lives life like a beast
                                         My marketing goes on

                                    Sleeps under a leafless tree
                                           in railway plat form  
                                  near drain or under Over bridge
                                      or under the sky for cold air
                                      On costly silky bed I do rest

                                      Clothes are torn and untidy
                                  a gaunt face is filled with sorrow
                                          sees with loopy eyes 
                                     drinks water with dirty mug
                                     I like branded mineral water

                                           Tears mixes with rain
                                        no medicine for any pain
                                           vehicles are only legs
                                     a picture I enjoy senselessly
                                 I am happy with modern civilization





                                 For Premiere Contest number 5 - Poetry Contest
                                 Sponsored by: SKAT A

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Tim Smith July 29, 2016 at 3:57 PM One of your best writes BL....I adored it... congratulations Bl Devnath July 30, 2016 at 11:37 AM Thanks for your wishes my friend. Hugs, cloudy poet

Skat A July 28, 2016 at 9:57 PM Cloudy Poet, Congratulations on your awesome win in my "Premiere Contest." Enjoy the few words I left on my blog. Forever *SKAT* Bl Devnath July 29, 2016 at 10:42 AM Thanks for giving placement in contest. Hugs, bl

Jan Allison July 22, 2015 at 6:58 PM oh BL I see this was written several years ago and still the world has done nothing to eradicate this problem - great write my friend:-) hugs Jan xx

Elizabeth Wesley August 28, 2011 at 10:02 PM Sensitive and sad, an only too true verse on hunger and homelessness in these days. You really put your heart in this.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart August 26, 2011 at 6:57 PM an in depth write and look at homeless bl and so eloquently penned relating to this massive subject that plagues all countries everywhere luv.. hope many will real and extend a helping hand to those less fortunate.. good write and message luv..

Carol Sunshine Brown August 25, 2011 at 3:09 PM Enjoyed reading your very interesting poetry today BL. Love, Carol

Judy Ball August 25, 2011 at 1:49 PM This is so sad. Someone should give him some old clothes they don't need and perhaps a decent meal. Maybe find him a place to sleep. We have so much, surely we could afford to give him what we don't need. If only I could help him. Good write here. God Bless, JB

Saurabh Gupta August 25, 2011 at 7:23 AM great write Devnath

Nancy Jones August 25, 2011 at 1:04 AM would that these circumstances didn't exist.. but they do.. "modern civilization" applies to those with the means to afford it. Tight write, bl.... may justice and compassion prevail... namaste ~N