Hands Together!
written by: Mereena Eappen
I found my pockets void and hunger cried
through my eyes,
everyone is about to die in the warfield,
for we had no food anymore.
Poverty is a blasphemy-
a plague to be dodged,
work hard and wise, otherwise, you be poor.
Better avoid cantankerous separation in the society-
that precise broad line
which splits the poor and the rich
should be erased forever.
Join hands together for:
Poverty is a great bill and short pay,
it’s complex charge and poorer self-esteem,
it’s unseen scars and evident pain,
it’s dismal, disheartening, and brutalizing,
dilapidation, fear, and melancholic,
are cruel, empty and remote.
A budding poet, pluviophile and humanitarian from 'God's Own Country' of India. I am a Ph.D. scholar whose works focus more on the repercussions of war and mental health. Loves to take pictures of nature, people and decors. I uphold my small creativity adjacent to peacemaking. Also I love to experiment on food. I have published articles in various national and international journals like IJELLH, Literary Herald, IJRAR, Quest Journals. My poems have been published in 'The Alipore Post' and 'Poets Choice.'
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- Hands Together - January 29, 2024
