Insecurity

Insecurity

A Poem by poddar kushal

Insecurity

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The bike and its rounds,

Everyday at this time,

The sound like a child

Whining in insecurity.

Air fiddles with her hair who

Stands at the balcony.

 

From there the air will go

To the lady amid

Rubbles. She wants pieces

Of her innocent daughter.

Though the bombed premises

 Has no security.

 

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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Awesome.. Brilliant work, you've said so much in so few lines.. It makes me sad. War. End. Search. Love. Lost. Memories. Life.
Simply a great write.
Thanks for sharing..

Posted 11 Years Ago


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This poem is so gray and rightfully so. Such a sullen reminder that life is not as kind to everyone as it may be to us in the first world. Losing a child to something so senseless and primal...I can't imagine the injustice. This poem still tugged at my heartstrings, though. This is very concise, and captured the moment so well.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Very nice work, well done.

Posted 11 Years Ago


A wonderfully written piece, it makes me so sad .. War.. this is a powerful poem .

Chloe
xoxo

Posted 11 Years Ago


wow. you use no fancy words or precise metaphor, but you still put an idea across that stands out in our minds through this good poem. the air moving over to the mother looking for "pieces of her innnocent daughter..." blew a wind of realization through my mind that we take for granted our everday when there are so many worse off out there. thanks for sharing. good job.

Posted 11 Years Ago


You really have a way with words and I like how the story continued through the air to the second part and was part of it as well. Very sad and well written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Simple, lovely poem. Interesting images and emotions within this piece. You pulled it off.


Great Write.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Lovely poem and I loved the words"Air fiddles with her hair". What wonderful descriptive words my friend. I can tell too that you wrote from memory of a place you once lived. smiles. Annexxx

Posted 11 Years Ago


so very sad yet fitting for our times.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Stunning in its simplicity and profundity. The picture is complete and the reader can see the dangerous place you portray. This is a favorite for me.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Added on March 30, 2008

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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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