Condemned Alleys Fading Stars


On rare pensive moments when one contemplates on the vagaries of human existence
Fleeting thoughts and images flash with persistence

You stop the car at the traffic lights an emaciated maimed hand knocks at the window
With irritation writ large on your face and harsh words you glare at the mutilated wreck
Admonish the waif and scrutinize the window pane for an invisible speck
Never to ponder whether the disfigurement was natural or a brutal imposition
The coercion and agony during the process hastened to serve a vile commission
The vacant look the dumb lips must have spoken million words lost to your communication

An entourage complete children nanny and pet head for the urban park you follow lovingly
Footsteps arrested you frown at your child’s curiosity at the urchins scrounging the bin hungrily
With stern instructions and unwanted vehemence you drag him away from the scum
Never does it occur that the motley crowd may not be the product of the slum
Loved and cherished in the yester days whose unfortunate disappearance is still deeply mourned
The loved ones are wasting for their glimpse praying fervently for their return cursing the abductors

A nudge in a busy market place an insistent tug a thrust of a begging bowl
A blind mendicant led by a scrawny girl a picture complete on the whole
An abandoned helpless mother surrounded by her wailing brood begs for sustenance
Ever wondered how many mothers must have been deprived to create such scenes of sufferance
These wretched destitute scattered way beyond our gaze and imagination
Too are priceless gems uncut and unpolished to be picked and taken in consideration

Orphaned or abandoned? Exploited or manipulated? Runaways or refugees?
All caught in the nexus of human traffickers and law enforcers
Indispensable part of a vicious cycle a link of an unbroken chain
Despised and scorned duped by hollow assurances and deceiving refrain
The stigmatized lot forsaken and deprived crave for an identity
No affluence or opulence just some recognition and dignity

At the periphery of our comfort zone seek admission
To shed inhibitions and carve a humble acceptance
Do they have the liberty and permission?

~By: Veena Umesh Sood`
Images: Pinterest

28 thoughts on “Condemned Alleys Fading Stars

    1. Our society is largely indifferent to prevailing evils so by raising our voice against these ills I feel we create awareness and play a positive role . Thanks for visiting my blog and sharing your views .

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    1. Hi Smita I too am glad to be back thanks . I agree it is an unresolved issue and it troubles me greatly . At times when when we voice our concern it makes a difference no matter how small it is . 🥰🥰🥰

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  1. These thoughts present themselves all too often where I live but many of the beggars here do it for a living they send out children dressed for the part pretending to be refugees, sad, and they prey on tourists I have seen them with large wads of money going back to their mother. You see them on another day all dressed and clean. Their begging clothes put away. It is difficult to know what to think. I give money to a little boy who sells tissue packs at least he is doing a small business.

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    1. Quite true it is difficult to differentiate as to who is engaged in professional beggary as an easy way to earn a living or who is forced into this trade . It is pitiable when children are forced and abused to provide for the needs and comforts of those who should be looking after them .

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  2. Your words are vividly honest asking where is the humanity in what we see, and do we even care. Starvation and extreme poverty along with homelessness is a very real problem. In many countries these pictures exist. Your words are hauntingly sad captured by photographs. Why such inequality? Thank you for your words of wisdom so beautifully written. 💕❤️ love Joni

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