There is this little boy
Who stands everyday
At the same intersection
Selling the usual ware.
He smiles at me, winks,
Taunts, even pleads
But I just ignore.
But then I wonder
It can’t be hope alone,
Someone must be buying too
For him to stand there
Day after day
And weather indifference.
© Dan Husain
January 11, 2006
7 comments:
A great little vignette. This has a very sparse, realistic style.
"Weathering the indifference." A perfect way to sum up one of the harsher aspects of life.
This one makes me sad :( I see this everyday - the usual wares may vary but the pain is always there. Well captured, Dan.
Dan bhai, would it end better with
"And weather my indifference"?
fine print: of course I'm no poet, but I love leaving comments, esp. on the blogs of better writers. :-))
This is the third time I've read a poignant poem about a child on the street... one of them mine... we are such helpless creatures... voyeurism creates our poetry sometimes... your poem mother accurately illustrates our apathy.
I like your words.
This is one of my favorites. The title is both a physical place and metaphor for where the boy is in time, where you are in your observation of him.
Yes I agree with Athena, hope does matter. But more than that I feel its the world of choices we are in..be it ware dude or dan :)
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