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Delhi Crossing...
Delhi is cold today-
I cannot see the sun from my balcony,
Even though the sun can see me pray,
For the warmth of the place;
For the warmth of the human race;
While peeping from its blanket throughout the day…
The slow moving clouds are but stiff-
However, not completely black or grey,
Even though it is not raining except drizzling like spray,
From the small perfume bottle before the mirror;
From the leaked tap to the half-bucket water;
As if, a close action replay of the waterfall from a cliff.
Perhaps the most conspicuous and smokiest fogs-
Have not been able to meet the yester stars in the sky,
Even though they have seen their silent fly,
Amidst the sinister sound from the passing-by train;
Atop the corpse of the milkman on the track with no more pain;
while the spilled blood-milk awakened the hungry sleeping dogs.
There was nobody in the fray-
No hands of help, no ambulance for the prey,
Even though some of them were crossing in proximity,
For they had no time to attend;
For they were getting late they pretend;
Because Delhi is cold today!
[b][i]What ought me to write this one is an utter sorry about the tragedy of the milkman I have seen in the early morning chill while my train penetrated the thin blanket of human heart that was almost frozen and dead in the season winter. My spine ached while I watched my train crossing the unfortunate fellow till visibility and my feelings ushered me to ask and answer the same question that ripped my heart! [/i][/b]
I cannot see the sun from my balcony,
Even though the sun can see me pray,
For the warmth of the place;
For the warmth of the human race;
While peeping from its blanket throughout the day…
The slow moving clouds are but stiff-
However, not completely black or grey,
Even though it is not raining except drizzling like spray,
From the small perfume bottle before the mirror;
From the leaked tap to the half-bucket water;
As if, a close action replay of the waterfall from a cliff.
Perhaps the most conspicuous and smokiest fogs-
Have not been able to meet the yester stars in the sky,
Even though they have seen their silent fly,
Amidst the sinister sound from the passing-by train;
Atop the corpse of the milkman on the track with no more pain;
while the spilled blood-milk awakened the hungry sleeping dogs.
There was nobody in the fray-
No hands of help, no ambulance for the prey,
Even though some of them were crossing in proximity,
For they had no time to attend;
For they were getting late they pretend;
Because Delhi is cold today!
[b][i]What ought me to write this one is an utter sorry about the tragedy of the milkman I have seen in the early morning chill while my train penetrated the thin blanket of human heart that was almost frozen and dead in the season winter. My spine ached while I watched my train crossing the unfortunate fellow till visibility and my feelings ushered me to ask and answer the same question that ripped my heart! [/i][/b]
Published 8th Jan 2011
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8th Jan 2011 1:59pm
Such a vivid description of Delhi. The poem is one touching movement from your balcony through many places and issues to the cold attitude of the pedestrians who always appear to be in a hurry.
The people have become cold just like the weather not caring for each other again, not even for a human corpse lying near by.
I am touched by the condition of the dead milkman on the track but I enjoyed your poem all the same.
The people have become cold just like the weather not caring for each other again, not even for a human corpse lying near by.
I am touched by the condition of the dead milkman on the track but I enjoyed your poem all the same.
15th Jan 2011 12:00pm
Thank you very much for sharing your insight to the poem Divine. I was scolded by one of my friend once I posted this poem in the name of "Delhi Crossing". He thinks that in doing so I have offended Delhi which is a great and helpful city. As I have disclosed that it has taken me almost an year to post this poem after composition. I am a New Delhi dweller and I am proud about my city. I am sad if I have offended my city in such a way. I might think for some other suitable title in future. My intention in the poem is about the inherent coldness that is layering and hiding mankind emotions. So I have talked about humanity and not Delhi as it can happen in any city and I am afraid of the transition, hence I have included the word, "...Crossing..." alongwith , "Delhi...". Might be because I am a Delhite and that I don't want to see humanity cross beyond my city. I love Delhi.
9th Jan 2011 10:06am
this poem stirs a mixture of emotions between pity and awe
i must agree with divine people are colder than snow and im as well deeply touched by your sensitivity while everyone else hasn't
i must agree with divine people are colder than snow and im as well deeply touched by your sensitivity while everyone else hasn't
15th Jan 2011 12:02pm
Hey Ophie! Thanks again for this sober compliment of yours. It's a hidden fact that I am sensitive and that my emotions are difficult mostly to control. You are very much right into this one.
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10th Jan 2011 4:55am
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15th Jan 2011 12:04pm
Holdit! Your rhyming comments are intense and I am motivated in a unique way to cater you some more interesting reads in future. Many many thanks for adding this one particularly as I want this poem for a massive reach and immerse the poem in human think-tank:-)
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2nd Feb 2011 7:48am
I am glad Raven that you read me and enjoyed the piece. Keep reading me. Thanks a lot.
26th Mar 2011 6:48pm
like how it mixed so many things together connecting with nature but being in area that is too busy to care of the tragedies that are happening right there thanks for sharing
