the others'

A hungry man
steals food to be alive.
how can i write about my 'alter-ego'?

A mentally disabled
prays with meaningless words.
how can i talk about psycho-analysis?

Another, limp tiredly onto a walking stick.
how can i converse about theories of Socrates?

A father, lost everything in the quakes,
walks with his son, hand in hand, undecidedly.
Should i read Jacques Lakan seeing this?

Another, shivers in cold,
coughs up blood.
how can i open my mouth about simmering self-pride?

Another, searches bones spat
and rotten fruits thrown in hotel garbage.
how can i write about infinity?

Another, falls down while building,
and dies out of hunger.
how can i reform literature with contributions?

A seller fools a man,
one gram in ten.
do i have to discuss 'fourth dimension'?

A rich man earns lakhs,
out of tax fraud.
how can i scream in cinemas, watching 'entertainment'?

A beggar sleeps on today's newspaper,
before a closed shop.
should i keep talking about 'Guernica' by Picasso?

Someone walks to cemetery,
sobbing, to attend a funeral.
should i enroll myself for a PhD in 'eternity'?

Someone, polishes his hidden shotgun,
for imminent use.
should we discuss life after death?


Someone, walks past me calculating
on his fingers how to buy food for his daughter,
I dare not think any more.

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inspired DIRECTLY from a poem by a Latin-American poet, Cesar Vellajo [Pronounced sess'ar wayeho]
i have changed the context of that poem which wud have moved people of last century.
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