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Friday, January 7, 2011

She Did Not Know

She held in her dirty hands,
A Clean Crisp Note.
She touched her Chin to it,
To soil the note.
She held in her dirty hands,
A Once Crisp note,
How & Why it lay in her hands,
She did not know.

She remembered collecting bottles,
To give somewhere,
She remembered collecting plastic,
To give somewhere,
And She remembered the crisp note,
It came from there somewhere.
But What she would do with it,
She did not know.

She saw people, clean and bright,
Walking hurriedly along.
She saw cars, glossy and fast,
Flying people along.
She tried to look at herself,
She saw a cloth in rags.
She felt her rough stiff hair,
It too was in rags.

She sat in this safe place where none,
Might drive her away.
Other People too sat there, she would tense,
But Buses would soon take them away.
Others saw her, dirty and looking with lost moist eyes,
What is she doing here?
Before they could Wonder and Answer her,
The buses Thankfully took them Away.

A lone man saw her, spent his time and let buses pass,
He wanted to answer her.
He went to her and handed his pocket of coins.
Take it he said, to those moist eyes.
She looked at him and the coins, She did not know why,
She paused, wondered, and took it.
The man went and searched for buses to take him away,
He had answered her, he felt relieved.


She held in her dirty hands,
A once crisp note,
And She held in those dirty hands,
A few shiny coins.
She took out a coin, and looked into it,
She saw someone familiar in it.

She held in her dirty hands,
Notes and coins,
How and Why she got it, What to do with it,
She did not know.
She took out a coin again and looked into it,
And saw that someone again.
Who was that who looked back, she wondered,
She just did not know.

She looked at people, walking hurriedly along,
Could anyone answer her, she wondered.
She did not know.



-nanda
True happenings with imagined feelings.


Life throws at you some powerful moments,
Out of everyday simple life.
You can either take it and try to feel it,
Wonder why and why not.
There might be no answer.

Or you can always just take a bus,
And run away from it.




7 comments:

moonlite:D said...

oh man!!!!!!!!! I salute!!

made me feel, how often/rarely I stand in "he"'s place, or how easily I walk away!!

though predictable, held me throughout the poem! I could see things thru her eyes, could see him n everyone, n the insensitivity set in the modern world !!

love you for these words,,
I would only ask for more poems now!!

btw, did u do it??

nanda said...

thank you ck :)

of course, poems will always be there.

and did i do what??

moonlite:D said...

are you the "he" mentioned in the poem!

nanda said...

no, i am not the 'he'

i was sitting nearby and watching all this happen.

moonlite:D said...

its requires lot of sensitivity to be lucky enough :)
you rock!

nanda said...

it is lucky and sometimes unlucky as well :)

Amber Light said...

Sad.