Life On The Road Poem by Ruta Mohapatra

Life On The Road

Rating: 5.0


Do not stand there little boy
With empty hands without a toy
Wind playing with your tousled hair
Black turned brown without oil

Heavy vehicles pass the road
With lots of ego and heavy load
Be careful while crossing it
They don't care for you a bit

Your empty hands and sunken cheeks
Tell a story of star-crossed fate
Your garment dirty and crumpled
Shows your parent's sorry state

You are not alone in your plight
Millions share your losing fight
Only He that made this world
Can help us set your world aright

Saturday, July 21, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 21 July 2018

A vivid portrayal of poverty. Poignant and touching piece of work.10

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Dr Dillip K Swain 21 July 2018

However, i see a victorious boy standing there who is so intelligent, capable and daring to tackle all situations all alone without caring heavy/light vehicles! His fight is for a cause....for the sake of million people who are deprived of their rights! Though this poetess expresses sympathy towards the poor boy but it seems a bit off color! (10)

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Wonderful words and powerful perspective of divine intervention that alone can reach some deep places in our lives!

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Laya Bajpai 12 August 2018

The graphic description reminds me of a familiar sight on Mumbai roads. Beautifully penned.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 July 2018

A touching expression has been made on poverty. I want to quote some lines here.... Your empty hands and sunken cheeks Tell a story of star-crossed fate Your garment dirty and crumpled Shows your parent's sorry state Beautiful poem nicely executed and amazingly shared.10

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Chris Embrick 24 July 2018

Even in the most prosperous nations it is not uncommon to see this little boy. I've seen this unfortunate cycle broken in my family. Hopefully many can find a helping hand and get off this road. Very well written. Thank you Ruta.

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Bharati Nayak 21 July 2018

Do not stand there little boy With empty hands without a toy Wind playing with your tousled hair Black turned brown without oil Heavy vehicles pass the road With lots of ego and heavy load Be careful while crossing it They don't care for you a bit - - - - - - - A poignant poem with touching description about a world apathetic to the plight of street children.

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