GOLDEN DAY

"Women are raped, tortured and killed. Father sells his daughter as he has no source to earn. I am just a spectator. A seasoned spectator who loves to live within his small, narrow world. I hate to dream the GOLDEN DAY"

There is nothing I can do

There is nothing I can say,

I have no protest in my blood

I can’t bring you the golden day.

 

I can’t dream freedom

I can’t hold your air,

My life is busy with mine

 And the soul just can’t bare.

 

I can see women raped

I can see children sold,

My inactivated heart no more breaks

So much I love to remain cold.

 

I have no mind for you

Only this much I can say,

‘Forgive me my countrymen,

I can’t bring you the golden day.’

Reviews

[Virtuosa X]

Honest and beautiful.

Yes, there is so much going on around us that we cannot bear to see but still can't do much about.

Great job!

[Manpreet]

Beautifully written piece! Thanks for sharing Sugata.

[Coyote Poetry]

This happen in many places in our world. The rights of woman are weak in many places. Some parts of Asia and Africa. This is common practice. Last line is honest and we should hold regret for the abuse of the woman in our world. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and poetry.
Coyote

[Leslie Philibert]

Very noble motives here, a look at a problem worrying ( very rightly ) India. Good.

[korbuda]

it was very impressing and meaningful, touching and admirable. but what I value most is a sense of rhyme and you have it. keep on writing this beautifully

[Sky]

Too much hurt and sadness in the world can bring a person down. Helpless to find or bring "the golden day". Writing can save our mentally and allow us to continue to seek refuge emotionally. Great write.

[SUGATA M]

Becoming a pessimistic writer as our social environment has nothing better to offer.

[Mauricio Montoya]

sad piece and this is a sad world sometimes I like what you did with this write to get the message out.
Great job.