I saw you
beating your drum,
begging
near the roadside bazaar,
with smells of fish,and
fresh vegetables in the air.
I heard you
singing the blues,
with your blind wife
and four little ones,
scratching their naked bellies,
their eyes wide.
And I wondered:
where may you have come from.
What may have made you blind.
And how come your children are not blind.
They all stood behind you and your blind wife,
clapping their little hands,and
counting the jingling coins.
There is such realness in the way you have written this. You bring the market and family to life and ask questions that we often wonder about other people, such as how did they come to be this way? It is interesting that you bring the sensations of smell, touch and sound into this piece, as a way of bringing us - the reader- closer into the experiences of the blind couple. Thankyou for this reflective piece & keep up the good work!
You have captured the moment so vividly, Roshan, it was easy to see the family in my mind. So sad, isn't it? Mother and father seeing through the eyes of their children...and that is reality in so many places.
Thank you for sharing.
God Bless
Lena
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 31, 2006
Very vivid work here reality............ I liked this ones style. Rosh!!!!!
Light & peace,
Joselyn
I heard you
singing the blues,
with your blind wife
and four little ones,
scratching their naked bellies,
their eyes wide.
Dear Roshan...am moved by this poweful write of yours...I can relate this write of yours...very well written.....cheers....love n luck....love your poems much....BHUWAN!!!!
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One even wonders if the man has not been blinded to become a beggar.
The portrait of extreme poverty with the detail of bulging eyes is excellent.
Greetings,
AXILEA
Thank you for sharing.
God Bless
Lena
Light & peace,
Joselyn
your poetry is poetry
Loved it
enjoy all your writes
Peace be with you
William
Ma te Kotahitanga e whai kaha ai tatau........
Love,Dove
Susan
singing the blues,
with your blind wife
and four little ones,
scratching their naked bellies,
their eyes wide.
Dear Roshan...am moved by this poweful write of yours...I can relate this write of yours...very well written.....cheers....love n luck....love your poems much....BHUWAN!!!!