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A possible happening: When it rains, rush for cover...
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A possible happening: When it rains, rush for cover... |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium 
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A crestfallen downcast fiddler in a fiddle-some riddle, With criss-crossed fingers and jaws open forming an O - disturbed in pitiful plight jarring as a miserable sight -- nightmare-like, seemingly affected by vagrant overtures of emotion. A pagan belonging to nowhere listless as an autumn leaf in an aimless withered fall trying to cling on in vain to the last branch of hope in a desperate lunge for dear life in final gasps! Dressed like Fagin, seeking Oliver as a crutch - his soil-smeared palms hanging in an outward stretch resting hope upon each penny -- Gifted with or without pity-- as the shine from each coins reflect sun's shimmer off him. Was he waiting for money? Or was he in the wait for the end? Was it for food that he stood? Or was it a test of humanity? Was he as soiled as he looked? Or was the dirt only a thin skin? Was that disgust on people's faces? Or was it pitiless human nature? With such questions floating in my haplessly twisted mind, I walked, and kept walking away, humming my own indifferent beat. Then, a car crashed into a side wall and there where stood the fiddler, now rested shapeless broken glass - smeared with crimson blood. In my walking steps, I was stopped on my tracks, benumbed mind still popping asks-- one ask asked if he was happy to have met his end - a swift one too! Another ask asked if he had children, who would bereave at the mourning hour? Were they bothered, should they be? Another ask asked did it matter at all? He's left for another Kingdom, where he needn't beg, borrow or steal where his hands needn't pull themselves in that perennially sorry outward stretch in the summer heat feeling autumn chill-- he's taken a flight with wings of hope! Did he? Did he really fly? Did he? A new tear dropped on the freshly metalled black road, upon which the afternoon sun shone its sad gloomy face. The pale sky was soon shrouded in bursting clouds and it started to rain -- Everybody ran for cover. --- [This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 09-05-2000).] |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
Good morning Sudhir, I just loved your writing, you are so very talented. You posted, as I was leaving, and I'm glad that I stayed a while to pay a visit. |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Hello Sudhir... What a story this is......I guess I was once again touched by your observance of human nature....you, like I, are a people-watcher!! That leaves you with a never ending supply of topics. eh? Loved this one, even in all of its sadness!!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Bill, Thank you so much for coming by... Sunny1, Thank you a huge bunch.... glad you liked.... regards, sudhir |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
The pale sky was soon shrouded in bursting clouds and it started to rain -- Everybody ran for cover. Ohhhhhh Sudhir...no one writes like you my friend...I shall run for cover in poetry and you shall be there with the umbrella of weave~ |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Sudhir-I remember beggars in the streets of Ireland and Mexico when I visited a while ago and how these people struck me too, but couldn't capture the words as well as you did, very poignant writing. |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
butterflies~ you are being so kind... thanks, my friend, a huge lot.... Gemini, thank you for the "poignant" response... and for coming by to read of course... regards to all, sudhir |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Sudhir, the mesmerizing detail of this story poem brings the scene and the keen questioning observations of the teller to sudden life. You've done it again, my friend, in classic style. This is grand! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Kit McCallum
Administrator
Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Wonderfully descriptive Sudhir ... you walked me right there beside as you pondered this sorrowful man's plight. I too am reminded of many I saw in the streets of the Dominican Republic ... an undeniable impression this sight leaves on your soul ... you've expressed this well Sudhir!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Claire, I am so glad that you felt that way and these words from you make me gloat... Thanks... Kit, your response is so lovely... I am touched... Thank you... My regards, sudhir |
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JulieAnn Senior Member
since 2000-06-12
Posts 754Earth 3rd Rock from the sun!! |
wow....this is great....i see beggars everywhere where i live i mean they are everywhere right? anyway i could never put it into words the way you did you have described a bizarre but thought provoking "possible happening"...i liked it.... Julie :) |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Enjoyed reading this but what really topped it off was the ending..."everybody ran for cover"...love that kind of action stuff...umbrella's opening and water dripping and people running...James |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Sudhir~ In a shower of emotional thoughts you have covered this reader with an umbrella of ponder. What a gift you hold. I'm so very glad you share with us. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
JulieAnn, Thanks for coming by to read and to take the time to respond... glad you liked it... James, I am glad that you enjoyed... Thank you, my friend Marge, What a lovely response... Thanks a lot, my friend... regards, sudhir |
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