Theme: Society

In the Shadow of God

Facing the marble temple,
Along the pot-holed highway,
Under the arch of the
Yellow welcome gates,
Separating one dismal town
From another,
Live the old couple,
In the flower bed,
Woman blind in one eye,
Man doddering,
Eyes vacant,
The dispossessed,
Every morning,
Getting their breakfast,
From the Prasad,
Offered by hurrying devotees,
They, part of the milling
Homeless brigade of the
Beggars crowding around,
The big, ornate temple gates,
Being fed by the rich daily,
It is His way of feeding them,
The wretched shunned by all,
The Discarded Ones of the
Urban India,
Those impoverished folks,
Stinking, shabby, despised
And feared,
These ejected souls
Daily live in the shadow

Of a kind, merciful God.


More By  : Dr. Sunil Sharma

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Its excelent , say the small n true n fact of life transfered by repected SIR in the form of poetry , its touches the heart n automatically we feel the true film starts on the screen of mind . as we bhartiye out of the country feel these very much .
I fully agree with shri JAYDEEP SARANGI & shrimati SONY DATIA .

tariq ansari
26-Sep-2012 02:33 AM

Comment Aw.....brilliant as always. Kudos!

Sudama Chandra Panigrahi
25-Sep-2012 23:56 PM

Comment Sunil Sharma has registered his name in Indian English Poetry like a storm.I really like his profound sense of Urban India and linguistic cadence.

I am really happy after reading this small but very thought provoking poem!
Jaydeep Sarangi

25-Sep-2012 22:59 PM

Comment So touching account of the starving millions alike in our country and else where,sir.Remember mother Teresa's advice:the hands that serve the poor are better than the the hands that those pray. Regards.

Sony Dalia
25-Sep-2012 12:25 PM

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