Friday, November 13, 2009

My Conscience









Hours kept ticking away
not knowing what to do
I left home for a little stroll
towards the fountain dew.


I kept wandering till
I came across an old pauper
He was in a pathetic state
and stared at me forever.


We continued conversing with our eyes
I was transfixed upon the spot
Images ruled my mind
of poverty and others rot.


The pain in his eyes said it all
it changed the iron hand of mine
I gave him the Rupee I had held tight
and saw his face shine.

16 comments:

  1. Vidya, this is really good. The guilt we feel when we look at the underpriviledged is very efficiently portrayed here. the title of the poem makes it even better!!

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  2. Thankyou for your encouraging words, Chhaya..

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  3. How much we reflect in action rather in words is more important..!! good awareness and poem this is! cya around..

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  4. Thanks HaRy for dropping by here..you have got a very descriptive blog in which I'll surely spend time to read in the days to come.

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  5. here yu goo...am yur new follower..wil b at yur space often then!

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  6. Hey Srividya,
    U have a very nice space here....Keep rocking!!!!!!!U cud also start a travel blog with all the locs u have visited!!

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  7. Yeah nice idea da.
    I was thinking of having a foodie blog of all restaurants visited, bcos every weekend we end up eating outside rather than seeing places these days lol

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  8. Welcome to my page, AS.
    Thankyou for your feedback..

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  9. Emotions can change very quickly... Like your poem a lot!!
    -Alex

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  10. helping others will make you happy as well :)
    p.s thanks for dropping by my blog ^^

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  11. @ Alex, Manju - Thankyou and welcome to my page!

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  12. i know this feeling, the ending was very poignant...

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