he Sells
It is all set.
He will sell
his one kidney.
To live.
To flight
by the night train
which will bring his village
by the first cry of ruddy cocks.
He knows
the greetings he will
receive back home.
The things they are yet to see,
not know even
brought carefully
by him,
will be spread upon
the three and half legged table.
And more things
they can have
with the money
he will give.
Money with smears of blood.
Next year he shall sell
something else.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 49
You have penned another excellent poem, with a social comment.
in verse, an excellent read !!!
Good lyric exposure Kushal.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Well written, as always, Poddar.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Anna del C.
Author of "The Silent Warrior Trilogy"
http://www.annadelc.com
but the end still shocks the reader into thinking hard about the reason for selling.
I know people who sell parts of who they are just to continue to exist ... so painful to see ...
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 4,000 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)
Great poem!