We Are The Travelers Comments

Oh, and Soran, thank you for those starry-eyed 10s! ! !

Soran, thank you for your enthusiastic reception of this poem. You are always guiding me to write better by both pointing out lapses and by pointing out what works well!

The poet in this beautiful poem successfully mixed the difficulties of life for the material and moral side of mankind and in the end we are all traveling differently. The poet makes from daily routine things a big and important meanings that make us read the poem passionately until we reach the end. Well done, greet you to your sublime human feeling 10++++

we are heavy laden, we bear many sorrows our burdens are many, we yearn to put them down for strength we can only lean against each other and hold each other up

Just before the lockdown was announced, it was a pity seeing people walking miles with small children in hands and jamming into vehicles to reach back to their native villages, as in the time of the desperate refugee migration. You have presented a touching scene of the flight of emigrants and the poor!

This poem makes so much more sense now. With the outbreak of Coronavirus, this was what we could see in many of the cities of India. The labourers in the construction industry, the people running wayside business, the hawkers... all lost their jobs and they were trying to go back to their native places.

Susan, even with your eye problems, you still have a great sense of humour. I sincerely wish you a speedy recovery! Your poem, like all of your poems, is a great work of art. It is a heart-felt tribute to immigrants and those suffering from poverty. Whenever I read such works, I am very deeply moved. And I count my blessings. And I thank God for this life. Bravo, Susan!

Susan, I hope your eye is doing better now. Our precious eyes... I'm also having hassles lately.

Hey, Susan! It’s an old story, yes? From Abraham’s time and before. It’s the story of my paternal grandparents leaving the Pale for America, escaping persecution and looking for opportunity. And thinking of what’s happening today, there’s a sense of payback in it—the poor of countries that richer countries colonized now coming to those richer countries for better lives. -Glen

Travellers on earth as Human Beings. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

loaded onto carts, loaded into railroad cars loaded onto trucks, loaded into vans loaded onto livestock trucks, loaded into boats we are the poor, we are the unwanted......so moving. A beautiful poem on poverty so nicely executed.

Ever such a heartfelt, sorrowful, deeply moving poem! .. May God hear our prayers for all for all are wanted and loved in his sight! .. Thank you ever so much for sharing this! .. Ever so very many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! +++++

A vivid and incisive picture on immigration and poverty has been made here astutely and touchingly. The sights of the immigrants are really painful. They have nothing to react. Here i want to cite....we stand silently jammed together / as we pass through the night / loaded into train cars / loaded into box cars. A great write.10

Let me quote from the poem- -we carry our children in our weary arms we watch over their pale little faces dark circles under their eyes . they weigh so little with their toothpick arms and legs please do not mind them, they do not take up much room please do not mind them, they do not eat so much .

What a poignant write ! ! So touching, so expressive of the pains and sufferings of poor people who for the sake of earning a livelihood immigrate to distant places and unwelcome soil of foreign countries, but their poverty and sufferings are never mitigated.Thank you Susan Williams for sharing this touching poem.(Part-1)

Part 6 One of my favourite fictionists in Malayalam has written: What remains of every strife is the same. Raped women, their tattered bodies and minds and lives, and thousands- may be millions- of children with no names to be shown as their father... The worst shame on humanity.

Part 5 Very poignant write. Heart-rending and emotional. A 100+ and onto MyPoemList.

Part 4 May be, we could add one line to what you have written: “The child I carry in my womb Is not mine. It is just my sufferings In their hands Have taken shape thus...

Part 2 The story remains the same. The fact remains that they are unwanted both in their own soil or elsewhere. India under Indira Gandhi welcomed the immigrants from East Bengal (now Bangladesh) and even fought a fierce war to free them from the clutches of army-ruled Pakistan, in 1971. Now, the same India, shamelessly turns down the Rohingya Destitutes. US and India are ruled by the same people. What a shame! How our heritages have been raped by these non-entities!

Hi Susie, The tragic story of emigrants. The story remains the same from time immemorial. From the very date of appearance of human beings on earth. In the ancient times, it is the powerful invaders who forced themselves upon the peaceful settlers. Now it is their people, whether Nazis in Germany under Hitler or ISIS in Syria or the Aung san Suiichi’s army in Myanmar. (Contd)