Under the roof of winter, Latches of my door open without making a sound. It's cold out there, Someone lost his ground. My soul shivers, Not that I'm cold. Someone from my land, Sleeps under the bridge while dreaming of gold. How can I... tuck myself in the quilt? When the winter storm is blowing, Hopes they have built. I have to get up, Do something... Before I start questioning who am I? And, they start saying...'Humanity dies.' Let's work out something, Take a resolution. Walk across all kinds of bridges, And, just be human... From centuries people are migrating for work or for better opportunities. But, not everyone has a smooth sailing...some live under miserable conditions. Most heart wrenching fact is nobody helps them, not even people from their own countries. I know, everybody is busy chasing the bigger purpose of life. But don't you think we should help people in need? Let's try to be better human being...
Poignant...
ReplyDeleteI wonder how many go through this terrible phase.
DeleteSay no to domestic violence should be our motto. First time, every time.
ReplyDeleteA powerful message beautiful put :)
True that! We should encourage everyone to come forward and save themselves from it.
Deletepainful.. and a reality for many.
ReplyDeleteSo well constructed. :)
Thanks Seena
Deletevery true
ReplyDeleteI love your hashtag stories. Each one has a takeaway.
ReplyDeleteI a glad you highlighted this topic.
It is a phenomena so prevalent in our country yet everyone is hush hush about it.
"What you alow, continues!"
True, what we allow, continues. Hope people change for better.
DeleteTrue and nice words Saru ji !! Your short poems are very impressive.
ReplyDeleteStraight through the heart. Well said!
ReplyDeleteThanks Ami!
DeleteNice one. Life is to precious to be frittered away in an abusive relation.
ReplyDeleteTrue that!
DeleteSo influential.. love it.
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteVery sad.
ReplyDeleteBut it was better to buy a rope to hang him :) I would have done the same :)
Hell of a reply, Ranjana.
DeleteSo real and poignant! :')
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteVery true!
ReplyDeleteShe should have bargained and obtained three scarves. One to keep her warm, another to hide those bruises and the third to strangle him when he sleeps. Of course he deserved it! :/
ReplyDeleteHahaha... that would have been a perfect end.
DeleteBrilliant!
ReplyDeleteThanks!
Deletethat is so piquant
ReplyDeleteMuch said in few words
ReplyDeleteThank you, sir.
DeleteSubtle, exquisite and yet so potent. :) Riveting as always.
ReplyDeleteThanks Raj!
DeleteSuch bruises leave indelible mark in the heart which are more hard to cover up.
ReplyDeleteDamn true, Swati.
DeleteRight Swati ..but for that we have we use words, a dab of colour and smiles to cover up :)
ReplyDeleteDon't know for how long .
Agony of Indian women.
DeleteSad that many choose to hide it, rather than retaliate and bring themselves out of such a relationship.
ReplyDeleteShort and slice-of-life kind of a piece. Well penned.
I agree, it's sad and a helpless situation.
DeleteThis is something...both poignant and powerful! Well said, Saru!
ReplyDeleteThanks Tarang.
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