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This is the beginning of third year of an existence I never imagined I will be living- being financially dependent on someone.

I am absolutely at my patience’s end and am hundred percent sincere about trying any genuine free lance job on writing, that is I write and you pay, I am not keen to hit jackpot, fair payment will be fine enough for me.

I will like to clearly tell the robbers looking for fools to dupe to keep off – this one is too experienced to fall for your traps. I have tried for years to get a genuine, fair paying home-based job; the last time I was duped was in 2008 by a phony medical transcription institute, it gobbled up 30000 rupee and almost an years hard work, left me really sick in guts. Well, I am ready to take chances again but no longer being fooled. So, if any literary agent thinks that my works are worth it, I won’t mind sharing profits with him/ her; the percentage or fees for services will be negotiable. But please, don’t ask me to get a membership first, speak in trustworthy language. Or, any genuine publisher, publishing agency can gladly contact me, I will consider paying the fees if I think the offer isgenuine and reasonable.

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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

the tiny heart

Original name: the little hand

My papa sent me off to big town to
earn some money for my home
where my baby siblings and mom
were waiting helplessly for the alms
which I and my papa earn working
day and night, working like slaves,
round the clock without a break

I saw no love in my master’s eyes,
he only shouted and screamed
he only made me work more and more,
never letting me play or read as his own sons did
nor did he gave me candies or dresses
which he often brought for them
never did I felt their caring hands
on my burning forehead when I was sick in bed

my days started with the crow
and ended when the world slept
my food was their left over,
my clothing was their neglect
I grew up hating the world
because it scorned when I wept
then life changed, my toils brought my harvest.

one day I was sitting on my porch
when he came who once was my master
begging for a job or a handful of food
for his family which was starving now
he did not recognized me in riches,
but I did because he looked the same
I called my servant, asked him to feed him
and give some money for his family

6 comments:

  1. so many lessons to learn from this. thanks a lot for sharing.

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  2. Very beautiful words. I'm not sure if I'm worthy of your comment on my post at Word Press, but I certainly appreciate you taking the time.

    Peace.

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  3. hey charles,

    thanks for liking the poem.

    I visited your blog, your poems are wonderful but some of the pix in your blog are too much for my conservative mind. :(

    i will sure love reading your poems minus the pix, do you have some other blog too? the wordpress one i believe, i will check there.
    regards,

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  4. I really liked the ending to this poem. There are lessons to be learned here.

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  5. dear pen,
    thanks a lot, i try to put the beauty on the pedestal it deserves.
    my pen talks about victory of truth.
    with best wishes,
    trisha

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  6. dear b,
    thanks a lot for liking the poem.
    you have not added any thing to your
    blog lately? stuck up somewhere else?
    will be waiting for your next post.
    with warmest wishes,
    trisha

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