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The vultures hover above their tiny heads.
The wind here has never stood still, the putrid smell of decay fills the air.
Their dirty hands, the sewer nearby and the food crumbs tell an endless tale of survival.
There is no healing except from the spit of the child-bearer.
A life’s worth of lessons learnt, but there is no classroom in sight.
The friends are also here hunting for any pieces of metal or glass that they might stumble upon.
In the moonlight, the yellow teeth smile where a good catch for the day is an old ring on the finger.
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I pick up the pieces of the broken glass picture frame with my hands, vary of every piece left behind on the floor. Tears run down my cheeks and there is only one thought in my head. One by one I collect them nervously, this is my one year old’s favorite place to play in the entire house. Right behind the TV stand, next to the dusty fireplace, this is his corner. But, again, there is only one thought in my head. I stand staring at the garbage can still holding the plastic bag full of the glass shreds, labeled carefully, and wrapped tightly, praying no child will ever hurt his hand picking through my debris. I write the above for all those children who make a living scouring through our trash and waste and who live each day at the end of this world.
With endless love and compassion that they don’t go to bed hungry tonight.
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
Poetry
ఎన్నో భయాల్లో ఇది ఒకటి – A Poem by Rachana
నాలోని భావాల లోతు వినిపించాలంటే,తెలుగు తప్ప నాకు మరో భాష తెలియదు.నిజంగా చెప్పాలంటే, తెలుగులోనే చెప్పాలంటే —ఈ పదాలు, ఈ వరుసలోనే రాయాలి. నీ కోసం శ్వాసల సముద్రం నింపుకుంటా,కానీ నీ తలపు తీరాన్ని తాకగానేనా ఊపిరి ఆవిరైపోతుంది —మిగిలేది నీ జ్ఞాపకాల తడి మాత్రమే. కోపం వస్తోంది...
Frida, Unfiltered. Frida (2024) Is A Tasteful Tribute To A Trailblazer.
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When Home Is Still Here And We Aren’t – A Poem By Rachana
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Child Bearers of the World – Review of a Poem on Loneliness, Loss, Survival, and Inheritance 💔
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I’m Mortal – A Poem by Rachana {Audio Podcast}
https://youtu.be/1i_wi9_9Wtc - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Read the poem here. --https://futurestrong.org/2023/10/04/im-mortal-a-poem/ and if you would like to read more of my poetry, please visit: --https://futurestrong.org/rachana...
Yours Singularly – A Poem Read by Rachana
https://youtu.be/7ISbepm2ijs - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Read the poem here. --https://futurestrong.org/2015/07/16/yours-singularly/ and if you would like to read more of my poetry, please visit: --https://futurestrong.org/rachana...
Tea Rings – A Poem Read by Rachana
- Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Read the poem here. --https://futurestrong.org/2014/11/16/tea-rings/ and if you would like to read more of my poetry, please visit: --https://futurestrong.org/rachana - 0 - Hi, I’m Rachana....
This Poem Is So Dark, It Has No Name!
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- I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between. ~ Sylvia Plath - In day with sun, bright with light,One gleams with warmth, and delightWhen darkness comes,...
this is so heartfelt and moving,
your words touch,
lovely job!
powerful reflection of another kind of life.
way to go!
have fun,
if you wish to enjoy fresh talents more,
scan the participants list….
we always have two things in mind:
#1: return favors,
#2: do 18 poets NEW…
I see you almost everywhere around our community, thus I believe that you can contribute and add more sunshine to our place.
Happy Thursday!
Smiles!
love your work here.
Wow, a very unique and great stlye you have. Long may it continue. I am very impressed with this piece.
Here is my poem for the rally
http://kashaw.wordpress.com/2010/08/27/casino-jinks/
Kindest thank you,
Kx
deep and moving poetry, Heart.. well said..
mine for the Rally is Here
The word I kept hearing in my head as I read this…heart. This poem is all heart and I enjoyed reading it.
Happy Thursday!
Such depth! A beauty of a thing–brimming with passion. Quite impressive.
Your words definitely make one appreciate the simple things one can take for granted…thank you for sharing this.
extremely moving
Very touching poem.. Loved it…
Happy Rally…
Sweet Dish
–Someone Is Special–
I like this and your style. Good job conveying your emotions and the scene. Makes me think about the things I take for granted and the ways things are different in other places.
These visuals are lovely. Yellow teeth, you know? Brilliant, honey.
Thank you all guys, I am just so thrilled to pieces with you visitors, sleep is going to evade me tonight!
Humbled,
Rachana.
http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-poetry-potluck-kings-queens-and.html
Hello, friend:
Monday Poetry Potluck Is NOW open, linking is open from Sunday 8pm to Tuesday, 8pm, welcome join us by linking in 1 to 3 poems, you could use an old poem, the more you share, the happier we are…hurry up!
Thanks in advance.
Hope to see you in our lovely potluck…
xoxoxox