Street Kids
owais
street kids, street kids ... shouting passers-by
slabby feet, hands clad into filthy torn rags
barefooted crawling on the street ' hot as griddle '
scouring pryingly at the heaps of garbages,
faces wearing stern scowl visage,
crawling through dense crowd into torrid summers
in seek of cadging a bread, or penny.
passer-by keep shouting street kids, street kids ..
street kids, street kids ... shouting cops
lying on pedestrian in icy chilly night
shuddering into spun tattered woolens,
limp with wan, scraggy and under-nourished appearences,
with craving harse voice
victim of oppression and ignorance
cops keep shouting street kids, street kids ....
No mother father, no brother sister, not family for them
no festival joys, no love affections still do not
but crave for a bread or single penny ,
sleep wherever they reach during break of dark nights,
in derelict houses, on deserted streets
into refuse pipes, in hackeyed motors,
beside factories emit reeking fumes, under refues bins
but people are blind, are heartless,
people are conscienceless, are selfish.
my heart sink with wave of timidness,
tears roll down cheeks,
face knit up sullen and creases frown countenance,
but still helpless, useless for them.
still cannot bring them a cherishing joyous life, is this what I am ?
This is my first and small poem solely and exclusively written by me, Thank you for reading it.
Your kind donations at http://www.cry.org/ can help in vast dimension in changing their life. it is my humble appeal and request.
A rag picker fumbling around into toxic heaps of garbages
Access: Public
QaR
June 2008
Thank you for sharing. Very powerful poem.. Indeed the kids on the streets of india are heartbreaking to look at…
Dhanebad Naliniji, yes i agree with you. it is
namaskar
owais
A noble work for a noble cause….
blessings, Owais, to you and those you seek to help,
CG
yesterday in germany we celebrate a heart fo children where a big woman inites lots of stars as well jane fonda . who takes care for younger girls not to get pregnant .. its good to put it in poem be well
strong images in your poem owais.
Confronting and dealing with this kind of poverty on a daily basis must take some real strength. I must confess even the hearing and reading about it makes me wonder if I would be capable to deal with that, so I have never been to India!
Some people are blind and selfish but I am glad to know still some are sweet and wise like you. :)
Ah Owais … that was bittersweet to read … sweet in that it brought remembrances of my own experiences with children living in poverty in many of the countries I have lived and worked in … and bitter because no matter the love in my heart for these children, I do not have the where with all to help, save for handing them a tithing when they are near.
To devote yourself to the caring of humans who suffer from the effects of poverty is noble indeed. Do you feel this is your calling while here? I would love to know what outcome you envision for these children? Your poem seemed very personal to me.
namaste
Soozi
I owe my heartful Thank you to my friends for complimenting on my poem, which only inspired and evoking my energy level.
With lots of blessings, love and wishes !
owais
owais! I am so glad you are here on zaadz. thank you for your poem and thank you for the link. this is going to be my christmas gift to my son and my niece and my nephew this year. I will give them a card that tells them the amount that was donated to help some street kids in india in their name. they will all be so happy about it. they are not selfish kids. thank you owais. thank you for giving me something to do that can help.
thank you Owaisji for giving voice to those no one hears…
…we have many street kids here in South Africa too…
I have always believed that as long as there are children on the streets
the government is not doing its job
…and of course this also means
each one of us…
we are all responsible
Blessings and warm greetings to dawnjee n humming birdjee,
first of all, A very long and loved thank you to dawnjee for donating your sums to penniless in India.
you are so true in saying this humming birdjee because yes India has potential to curb poverty completely economically now, but because of those careless, heartless and corrupted bureocrats we still suffer. India is posing among the most leading countries in corruption infact. thank you so much for stopping by n waving me sweetly,
sending my much blessings n well-wishes n have a blessed life n happy always !
p.s humming birdjee if you put instead of ji as jee will be much correct because according to hindi and urdu it is best suited as jee rather ji. thank you. dhanyavaad
thank you precious
Your poetry hits home. Really, the conditions of poverty are not quite as harsh out here as depicted in your poem. However, experiencing the brink of poverty opens up a whole new appreciation for life in general. Some people are only aware of what they hear, your images are powerful in showing a peice of what poverty is like.
Money sent…with prayers, love and hope :)
One of your children will now have education for one year…God willing.
Beautiful heartfelt poem Owais…
Love,
Janie
Namaste Michellejee and my sincerest gratitudes ,
thank you so much michellejee for putting your words. yes because america is a developed nation where to see street kids is not possible so people are generally backward by those such people who still do not have foods to eat and homes to live. who they do not know anything in life but only to search foods for their hungers. yes it is very awful, sad and distress to see their conditions. maybe if you visit India anytime will see this reality and cry out to yourself only why God create poor and rich. thank you so much for reading poem and putting your good words, have a great day and healthy life, May you blessed and joyous with much wisdom and lightnesses and loves.
mickle of well-wishes and loves your way ! be healthy
Many Many prays and loves to you for the noblest deed you did for penniless , I owe my much gratitudes ,
wow, awesome and great ! you did so magnificent and goodest thing thank you so much, indeedy you will be collecting prays of street kids when they will be told, very honourable work is to donate in your names, keep it up ! May God blesses you dear one.
thank you for reading my poem and your helps.
wishing you very best and prosperity and much opulence in your loves and wisdoms !
I love it. It's so sad.
Favorite part, out of contex:
“but people are blind, people are heartless,
people are conscienceless, people are selfish.”
The poem creates a very good, if tragic, image.
Namaste shielajee and Many Blessings sincerely ,
yes people are blind, heartless, dead by their conscience because I have seen multitudely by my eyes indeedy every day that people moving with luxuries mercidies and toyota, honda ' cars but they neglect ruthlessly even use abusive languages when street kids approaches, I am witness for this. moreover my very close my dad do ignore them and attribute bad words to them whereas my mom is very compassionate and generous.
I owe my gratitudes and thank you's earnestly much sincerely to you dear friend for stopping by and reading my poem sincrely and inscring your thoughts thank you. May God Bless you.
I wish you many happinesses and blessings and peace in your life, and May lightnesses and wisdoms always prevalent through your life, always be blessed and loved dear friend, May wonders and glories to you !
Owaisjee! your heart is as big as the sky….I love your poetry. It reminds me of all the times I traveled and found the same in different parts of the world and try to give to each one something…and I wrote an article in the newspapers about giving, and not being callous to people begging on the streets…not being selfish..
.I took the liberty to make some suggestions, please feel free to use them or not..
I think that I captured what you meant to say where it isn't clear..let me know..
yaffa
street kids, street kids, shouting passers-by
slabby feet and hands, filthy torn rags
walking bare-foot in scorching heat over the streets ' hot as griddle ',
glancing ( curiously or cursorily ?) I think you mean crusorily? in haste without attention to detail? on the heaps of garbage, gazing faces with prying eyes,
in the hope to get some bread, or a paltry penny to satiate their hunger. ?
still passers-by shout street kids, street kids …
street kids, street kids, shouting cops
destitute, homeless sleep on pedestrian and footpaths,
seen them with severe shuddering swathe in ordinarily woolen rag nay tattered,
seen them craving pennies and food, limp and slender ; pale and under-nourished
thrashed by cruel, heartless people who ease conscience, work them ' without pay '
still cops shout street kids, street kids …
No mother or father, sister, or brother, no family for them,
no festival, or joy, nor love, nor play; still do not crave this but a paltry penny n food,
they sleep wherever they are driven by days end,
under abandoned houses, on deserted streets
in orphanage n hackeyed motors, beside reeking emissions of factory fumes,
but people are blind, people are heartless,
without conscience to ease our pain, selfish people.
my heart shiveres with waves of timidness, tears roll down my cheeks, frozen in the muse,
still helpless to them, still useless for them, except to pray, I cannot fight oppressors for them
still cannot demand their life back, is this the limit of my humanity?
Have cried to God many times, give me death – better than to see through the naked eye of humanity.
Yaffajee, I do consider you as very knowingly poet therefore you can seemingly find mistakes and so I do welcome your critic since it will help me in building a sound poet. moreover I am quite novice at devising poems and really posses shallow knowledge to develop a poem. I just muse and put my reflects upon a piece of paper which then I share here, In other words I am not any poet but I do aspire to become groovy and fantastic poet whose words shall transport people into perspective thoughts and shall also be quite provocative. thank you for always writing on my writings lovingly which inturn energises me.
I sent your way peace n light, and pay you my sincere thank you's for coming to write me, good of you.
Have a blessed n healthy life !
Owaisjee, thank you…I am wondering though, you left me hanging, was anything helpful to you with any of my comments, did you not understand them ?? you will be a wonderful poet, owais.!
blessings to you jee!