Inspired by Peggy J Bertrand , Debasish Haar, Kate Burnside, Eileen Waldron, Elga Bretton,Ed Kostro,Sandie Angel,Richard Vallance, Bill Murray, Tarek Hassan, and everybody who are involved with the Lakshaya Shanti. I have learned the lessons of humanity from you all. Thank You all.
I am poor.
I am sick.
I am hungry.
I am not
alive enough to live.
Pale, dark and lean,
I'm lifeless
like a corpse.
Sometimes, I want
to die, and then,
I shall no longer be
poor, sick and hungry.
But Oh! My dear God,
I curse you not
and accept my life
as your gift.
I keep my pains
to myself and
accept others pain
as my own.
Yes, I am fortunate
to suffer.
My suffering helps me
to understand
their sufferings better.
My ears are closer
to the mouth
of the dumb
and I hear
what they are saying.
I could hear
the agony of their life.
My eyes are closer
to the eyes
of the blind
and I see
what they are seeing.
I could see
the desolation
of their life.
Obstacles
torment them
but their hope
contents them.
They feed
on each other.
Oh! God,
have mercy on them
have mercy on them.
Shame on us! Shame, shame for our insatiable greed for more, when there are those without a crumb-a CRUMB! Shame on those organizations that share in that greed by keeping funds meant for the poor. Shame on those heartless countries guilty of genocide. Shame on our institutions we call "relegion" for allowing the suffering to continue. And bless those who work tirelessly to ease suffering. Yes, Lord God, have mercy on us all!!
Takes away one's feeble excuses - thanks for this exceptional write that depicts the suffering that still exists in the new millennium - bloody awful to say the least!!
It is so hard to look at truth Bhuwan! People avert their eyes and rather think it isn't there,or it's just a mirage. God be with you and your children and all you are doing , you are a brave and blessed man! I wish there were more we could do. My thoughts and prayers are with all of you! Thanks for this poem of awareness.Keep writing!
Pain and desolation not only written and etched upon the faces and bodies in the photograph, but so clearly conveyed in this most heartfelt and painful write. It should never be, but unfortunately there is little that can be said about so called "humanity"
Think of the poorest person you have ever seen and ask if your next act will be of any use to him.
My heart is silenced by this, Bhuwan. Blessed are your ears that hear the thoughts of the mute, than mine which hear only the hollow words of the idle rich; blessed are your eyes that understand the torment of the blind, than mine which see only the hard hearts of greed around me. It is upon our selfish hopes and aspirations that we grow fat, whilst you learn contentment with the nothing that you have. My starving soul is fed and nurtured by the richness that streams from the humanity of your poor. You teach us what it is to be truly alive, whilst in the grip of death. I hold fast to the words of the promise of God: "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for justice for they shall surely be satisfied" - somewhere, sometime, somehow. With all love and prayers. May God give you grace and protection always. Kate xx
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2004
You truly do understand the blessing of being poor. Thank you for such a beautiful sharing!
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
The gifted and fascinating Urban Poet, Asa D Seeley, once again speaks. He introduces a New Genre of Poetry...Reality Confrontation. Juxtaposed with Essay and staying true to his unique style, Asa brings a breath of...fresh air...to the world of poet
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This is extremely touching. You very well captured the feelings of humanity in the face of suffering. Thanks my friend for this great poem.
Takes away one's feeble excuses - thanks for this exceptional write that depicts the suffering that still exists in the new millennium - bloody awful to say the least!!
Robert
"I am not
alive enough to live"
WONDERFUL!!!
Hugs,
Tami
Pain and desolation not only written and etched upon the faces and bodies in the photograph, but so clearly conveyed in this most heartfelt and painful write. It should never be, but unfortunately there is little that can be said about so called "humanity"
Think of the poorest person you have ever seen and ask if your next act will be of any use to him.
Mahatma Gandhi (1869–1948),
warm hugs Bhuwan,
Elga
Take care,
Sherry
Love Tinka