Sunday, June 18, 2006

DMZ Transgressions

In the journey from here to there,
In an unscheduled brief stop in the middle of nowhere,
I stare out of the window;
Into what seemed a deep, dark and dead alley,
Where a single street light, incongruously,
shed an eerie glow.
Under the light, a slight shirtless waif,
Sifts for his day’s food in the waste.
I see the boys frown in his wrinkled brows,
Hunger will be his tonight’s friendly foe!
Perhaps, like before, he will survive
Through one more uncaring night.
As I contemplate doing right,
The car starts to roll on by,
My out-of-sight-out-of-mind takes flight
Out of that dark alley.
After a brief pang of conscience and guilt
Of having done nothing to that nameless son,
I will have moved on.
But that child will never make it out of that DMZ,
Never knowing school, never being fed,
Never knowing warmth, never knowing helping-hands
Those that my son takes for granted.
Living in the no-man’s land,
That is the destitute child of an impoverished God.
And worse,
A effin' fodder
to my transient conscience
and to
this futile pretentious verse.

6 comments:

ramesh said...

good one...ramesh

Anonymous said...

Your this poetry is as poignant as all that you have listed in your next post.Good work. C

Anonymous said...

Touching pin-prick - a

EnGeetham aka "My Song!" said...

4Ramesh: Thank you. I actually feel this a lot of times; and I dont feel very good myself!

4Acs: Thanks.

4anon: Tks, but WRU ?

Sanjay M said...

KNR (from our company, MAD member, deeply committed to service) had told me that even writing is a good start as well... it initiates readers to
thought twice... :)

Even Buddha says that thoughts leads to words, words leads to actions - so good thoughts are definitely a good start! Thanks for providing good food for thought.

Sanjay M said...

correction: thought twice => think twice