Sometimes I think I wish I could
Live in poverty as a beggar would
And feel the emotions as he spreads his arms
In hope of food; in desire of alms
Be chased down by death each moment every day
To dance to the tunes of hunger and dismay
I wish to live his story of fate
And journey through this pitiful state
I wish to see who listens to your cries
When the roof above your head are the skies
Sometimes I think I wish I could
Weep in silence as a woman would
I wish to feel what it feels to be quiet
When you are being suppressed and wish to fight
To hide your tears beneath a smile
In a hope to see you laugh for a while
I wish to feel and live the terror
Live the fear; live the horror
When roads you walk are not secure
And dreams you dream are hard to endure
Random Thoughts 
October 9, 2013 at 8:46 am
Don’t sweat it Arindam. Life has plenty of suffering in store for you without you having to appropriate pain from others that you could never understand and probably never bear.
We get the pain we’re built for. The pain we build for ourselves. No need to go stealing some extra from a beggar while he’s not looking.
October 9, 2013 at 10:09 am
I know… But I feel getting to know their pains would make me realize how lucky I am… So that I can do at least my bit for making their lives more… livable.
October 9, 2013 at 10:06 am
I wish I could too.
October 9, 2013 at 10:09 am
🙂
October 9, 2013 at 2:55 pm
This is Lovely and Intense at the same time Arindam..Nice Lines.. 😀
October 9, 2013 at 3:20 pm
Thanks!
October 9, 2013 at 5:25 pm
Great photo!
October 9, 2013 at 5:54 pm
Thanks 🙂
October 9, 2013 at 10:29 pm
got a cold feet while imagining what it would feel like if…
Very touchy..” I wish to see who listens to your cries
When the roof above your head are the skies”..
October 9, 2013 at 11:10 pm
Me too… Sometimes reality hits too hard… 😦
October 10, 2013 at 6:57 am
I think it’s strange wish arindam !! don’t imagine someone will do that , I guess this man wish better of life but that’s his fate , you better wish good life for him and you too without endure any Burdens , what if that happened really ( i wish it doesn’t ) maybe you will hate the wish you wished ,, have a pretty life 😀
October 10, 2013 at 7:07 am
🙂 Its a strange wish but I would be glad if it happens. The point was to realise how lucky I am who leads such a ‘peaceful’ life. If only I could feel what they feel like, live as they live or think as they think would I be able to help them in real life. If we don’t help them, who would?
I only hope that I always remember the sufferings of the the poor so as to help them in whatever little capacity I can 🙂
Thanks for wishing me a pretty life…. I hope the same for you too 😀
October 10, 2013 at 7:18 am
I see , you are unique person then , few people think in such that way , I guess that because of ur goodness 🙂
October 11, 2013 at 10:22 pm
I wish the same….Exactly the same ! I wrote about it too…. You know you see people like them everyday around you….and you think why they got nothing and you got everything ? They have no share in this world ? They won’t wish for good food clothes and at least some respect ?
You know I feel it hard to borrow anything from anyone…and when I think they have to put their self respect beneath their feet to ask from people…I feel like I am dying !
Yes we all have to bear the pains written for us…. And I know things that may be intense to us may feel less painful for others and things less painful to us may be more for others…. Every human is different in every respect but still……What is it for them in this world ? Happiness in getting food two times a day ? And we search for happiness…..!!! I bet they sleep peacefully than us !
Very well written Arindam….Very painful yet touching thoughts….
October 12, 2013 at 9:01 am
Thanks sister! This one was made to be painful… Thanks for feeling the same…
Actually pata hai… Ek paragraph orphans pe bhi likhna tha… But bahut intense ho gaya tha… So hata diya… One of my friends’ father is critically ill… Usi ko yaad kar ke likha tha 😦
October 13, 2013 at 12:58 am
Awh I am sorry about your friend’s father 😦 How is he now ? Aur wo paragraph b share ker na….
October 13, 2013 at 6:14 pm
Ummm… improving but not much… Yaar badi tension hai…. Pata hai abhi tak hostel 3 doston ke fathers expire ho chuke hain woh bhi suddenly… Bada dar lagta hai… 😦 Suddenly realised ki papa log ‘boodhe’ ho gayen hain. Kya hoga agar mere saath bhi aisa kuchh ho gaya to? Mujhe to ghar jaane mein 2 din lag jaayenga… 😦
Aur wo para…
Sometimes I think I wish I could
Look at the world as an orphan would
Eyes searching for help in a world unknown
In a world new which has never his own
How does it feel to be unguarded and open
With the shell that protects and pampers you broken?
In a world where friends have turned into beasts
How do they save them from becoming their feasts?
How hard is it for a flower to become a stone
So that its not crushed when it gets thrown?
October 15, 2013 at 5:28 pm
I am so , so sorry to hear that 😦 I know how difficult it can be. When I was in college I saw deaths of two of my friends fathers and a friend of mine died too a weird death…. I was so scared back then.
Aur aisa nae sochtay Arindam…. Meray se tu aisa kuch socha b nae jata. Mind me khayal ata b hai tu duain ana start ho jati hain unki lambi life ki.
And the paragraph is so moving….. Bohat acha likhta hai tu kasam say !
And friends turning to beasts ? What happened to you ?
October 15, 2013 at 6:31 pm
🙂 Thanks for the support… And thanks for the appreciation…
And about friends turning to beasts… Some opportunist ‘friends’ try to exploit the suffering… Unke liye likha hai
October 16, 2013 at 10:16 am
Oh Sorry to hear that 😦 You know that is why I don’t like ‘people’ 😦
October 16, 2013 at 5:35 pm
Same here… Those ‘people’ are not people…
October 21, 2013 at 7:01 am
I don’t know how to say I LOVE your poetry in so many ways! This one is specially heart-warming.
Did you take the picture too?
October 21, 2013 at 8:03 am
Thanks for appreciating the poetry…
I did not take the picture though… Thank Google for that 😉
November 6, 2013 at 7:08 pm
I will rather love to be a hand that can pull both of them out of their quagmires!
November 7, 2013 at 4:22 pm
🙂