Mottakeenur Rehman

The Misery of Poor

Putting the finger in the eyes

Showering the chest of grace

Floods the all reserved dreams

To the straight direction 

There is no abundant vessels

to catch the pearl drops of rain,

Seeping from the leaks of old roof.

What shall be accumulated

What is to be eaten

To fulfil the fiery hungerness of a meal

Another remains half starved!


Floods on the floor

And there smeared with mud,by being too much tired

Mother Seuty is sleeping-not quiet alone

In the amidst of her motherly heart

The two children of her own

huddle together for warmth

Looking at the face of starry moon

Sewing with the threads of dreamy land

Patching the cracked core of heart

Stands up with the resolution of revolution like the peepul tree ,

By getting bore and bore-worn out

But never fall down or turn over the side of fight.



Anchoring the hopes of growth

Expanding the fibrous roots

Still alive sailing the boat.

The life of poor is alike to the condition of bitterly cold

which shievers the bones of backbone.

In search of salt

They lose the preserving boiled food,

Soaked in water for the upliftment of their future.




  • Mottakeenur Rehman

    ☺Thanks a lot for your precious comment!πŸ’•πŸ–‹πŸ’–

  • Michael Edwards

    Superbly expressed - a great write.

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  • Neville

    thoroughly enjoyed but very sad

    • Mottakeenur Rehman

      Thank you for your precious comment Sir!!

      • Neville

        my pleasure in a strange kind of way.... still thoroughly enjoyed tho...

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      • Mottakeenur Rehman

        Sir,stay connected ...hope I will get much more appreciation from your kind heart!!

      • Caleb.A

        Very well written, you have translated what to me seems like a personal struggle - great read!

      • FineB

        A lovely and poignant poem Mottakeenur.

        Thank you.

        Poverty is all around us. In London, the number of people sleeping rough in the streets continues to increase

        When you see people in prestigious parts of London sleeping rough you ask yourself what is this world coming to?

        Keep writing Fine B

        • Mottakeenur Rehman

          After a long while...receiving your comment I am extremely happy...Keep Commenting!!

        • Neville

          well written...

          • Mottakeenur Rehman

            It's a long time since we met......It is the second time that I have received this comment for this poem!!I am extremely happy to read your comment!!!

            • Neville

              I hope you get many more

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