The idea you have exposed and the concept you have applied here is striking. Words do pass 'over the slum dwellers', and none of us are eager to know their story. The harshness and brutality of life surrounds the slum, and they have much at stake since they live in dearth of social safety and security. when nothing can be possibly done about them all, it is pleasing for us to suppose that the less utilities they have, the less responsibilities they obtain which might give them some amount of relief. But, at the same time, it is not easy for them. Freedom does not normally come to them at will.
^^* Reminds me like a Armageddon scene though not traditionally of course. It is hard for me to explain really. I mean one can read this and assume it is about one thing while you meant a completely different thing. And I am duh at the moment so my mind is wondering, but still I can take this so many ways. Besides all my senile rambling this was penned well.
The idea you have exposed and the concept you have applied here is striking. Words do pass 'over the slum dwellers', and none of us are eager to know their story. The harshness and brutality of life surrounds the slum, and they have much at stake since they live in dearth of social safety and security. when nothing can be possibly done about them all, it is pleasing for us to suppose that the less utilities they have, the less responsibilities they obtain which might give them some amount of relief. But, at the same time, it is not easy for them. Freedom does not normally come to them at will.
A very interesting poem. I wonder how the people in the way of the new world feel and think.
"but nobody knows
or want to know
about them "
Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote
Dupur Mitra, is a poet and fiction writer from Bangladesh. Studied PhD from Jahangirnagar University, Dhaka in biodiversity and forest management.
Published two books in Bangla, named 44 Kobeta (44.. more..