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Crying Out Loud



The intoxicating scent of mangoes,
The summer songs of cuckoos,
The sweet fragrance of first showers,
Remind me of a distant past.

Parched land and shriveled cattle scream for water.
I cannot look them in the eye: my family.
Braving hunger, poverty and injustice.
I question myself: Did I fail them?


I look for answers; find none.
Suicide seems a lucrative option.
A new career avenue, almost.
Soon, this too shall pass.

We continue to live:silent and resilient.
In God we trust.Everything goes up:
Prices,debts,corruption, deceit,
Not a word of solace; not an iota of shame.

Can somebody hear me?
I'm sure you do.
Your tender heart trembles in pain.
But I know it's all in vain.

I know it's a losing battle where no one gains.

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  1. UnknownMay 2, 2013 at 10:17 AM

    Touching poem! Dedicated to the memory of your late. grandfather, I believe?

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