Lifting the pall of darkness
As the darkness starts to pull its hood
Travelling down a lonely path;
Gulping down all signs of light
With a chilling dark and misty bath.
A sight of light for which I crave
Lights inside a flame of hope;
Brought with it a darker thought
With which that flame failed to cope.
I closed my eyes, I opened my mind
As the man in front started to speak;
Took me to the darkness he knew
Where that flame looked to be so faint and bleak.
In the end sat a clumsy shack
Down a narrow and dirty lane;
The mist hiding the smiling moon
Brought their life to my window pane.
As I peep through a hole in the broken wall
The room stares back with a tired look;
Sat an old woman in front of the door
Waiting for her husband as long as it took.
Sat two boys on a rusty bed
Looked towards me with their innocent smile;
On the floor lay an empty bowl
With it, two plates in a dirty pile.
“My son died a year ago”
Said the man, “my tears in vain;
Left two boys of his with me
To live this life of sorrow and pain.”
“They live on only what I earn”
He whispered with a terrible cough;
“To get me medicine after rice
What I earn is not enough.”
In this life of sorrow and darkness
There is no one to light the flame;
“Why them? “, the question I asked to God
“When to you we are all the same.”
“All of you are my children “
I heard the answer from my heart;
“I am God, inside you,
As inside every man on Earth.”
“All of you are brothers and sisters
Living on Earth as one big family,
It’s your duty to ensure
That all of you live together happily.”
‘So spread my message far and wide
Bring a happy smile to every face,
Extend your arms of compassion and love
For the entire human race.’
--- ABHISEK DATTA
- Author: Abhisek (
Offline) - Published: February 9th, 2011 12:51
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem depicts a true story about the life of a rickshaw puller whom I met while returnig home from college. I got inspired from it and decided to write this poem.
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Points: 961
February 9th, 2011 13:12
Incredible work Abishek,I'm glad that you wrote this and shared with us,i'm glad you even spared some time thinking about the misery of that poor rickshaw puller.You have a great style of writing , this poem caught me by the first few lines ,I got goosebumps as i progressed trough the verse!!! Truly awesome work !!
Points: 430
February 9th, 2011 23:02
Thanks a lot.... :-)