His skillful fingers run through malicious red flames
searching for aromatic green spices
to cook curious foreign cuisine to be served on a deserted white plate.
His lips swallow the tasteless air as
aroma of his handmade cuisine walks through the narrow, dark pathways of his nose,
luring him in.
His eyes are fixed on a romantic pink phone,
placed aesthetically on soft brown tablecloth.
It’s now so so visible what his greedy eyes actually want.
Working at tender age, his hands effortlessly shift jobs,
from cooking different cuisines to cleaning empty dishes.
The romantic pink phone rings and his heart pounds.
The 2 minute long conversation killed his tiredness in one go. He sends his mother, food and paper notes and a couple of smiles through the wire.
Tears diffuse calmy into the sweet sweat glorifying his red face.
Helping his prematurely old mother live a life,
working at a fancy hotel, and
running errands at evening,
he has no complaints for killing his childhood.
The little boy is trying to untie the shackles of poverty tied to his feet, and
inherited from his forefathers.
They call him “Chotu”.
He is struggling in cold flames for everyday survival.
Written in response to Sadjeβs What Do You See #129 photo prompt
A very touching story in verse Komalijeet. This could be the story of so many chotus arround the world. Emotional yet beautifully done β€οΈ
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I am humbled by your kind words.
Indeed it is a sad story of those innocent ‘chotus’.
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Komaljeet, this is an awesome poem. Thanks my friend for joining in with this moving story.
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Thank you, Sadje for loving itπ
It is my pleasure to join the prompt β€π
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Youβre welcome π
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Very beautiful poem Komalijeetπ₯Ίπ₯Ί
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Strong message in this one.
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I love the message of this poem.
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Thank you for love, Michπ
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Komaljeet – this rocks me. So incredibly powerful.
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David
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Thanks a lot, David!
I am glad you liked it!! πππ
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You just proved the power of wordsβ¦great message and poem β€
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Thanking you for kind words!! π
Glad you enjoyed πβ¨π
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Warm welcome ππ
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Few people reply so fastππ
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I am active at this time of the day the most… So replied quickly…
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Ohh, π
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Wow. What a gorgeously expressed write, Komaljeet. Painful, and empowering too. Excellent. ππ
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I don’t know how to thank you for the encouraging π
I am glad to know you could feel the pain that those lines are holding!
Thank you again for kind words . ππβ€
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