New Year for Homeless

This New Year eve and New Year’s day I did not stay home.  We went out for an impromptu family vacation.  It was fun but something touched my heart.  This is a poem about it. Wrote it in my mother tongue Assamese first and then translated to English.


গৃহহীনৰ নৱবৰ্ষ
মহানগৰীৰব ব্যস্ত প্ৰাণকেন্দ্ৰত এতিয়া মৰিশালিৰ নিস্তব্ধতা 
নৱবৰ্ষক আদৰি বলীয়া ৰাইজৰ ভাগৰুৱা দেহা গৃহাভিমুখী
অযুত জনতাৰ হৰ্ষোল্লাসত হেৰাই গল দুৰ্ভগীয়া ভোকাতুৰ গৃহহীনৰ কৰুণ ক্ৰন্দন
খ্ৰীষ্টমাছ গছত জলমলাই থকা বিজুলী চাকিৰ পোহৰত আৰু 
চকু ছাট মাৰি ধৰা আতচবাজীৰ অৱশিষ্ট ধোঁৱাৰ ৰেশত নাই কোনো উত্তাপ
বৰফ শীতল বৰষুণত মুৰ ধাকিবলৈ খন্তেকীয়া আস্থানৰ চিৰন্তন অন্বেষণ  
বাটৰ সংগী গৃহহাৰা কুকুৰজনিও কৰবাত হেৰাই গল
হয়তো ৰাইজৰ মাজত তাইক এৰি থৈ যোৱা গৃহস্থক বিচাৰি 
কাৰোবাৰ ভৰিৰ গছকত তাই পোটোকা পৰিল
অলপ পিছতে নতুন বছৰৰ সূৰ্য উদয় হব
সেই একেই পুৰণি সূৰজ, নাই কোনো নতুনত্ব 
নাপালো বিচাৰি নৱবৰ্ষৰ আৱৰ্জনাৰ মাজত কোনো অৱশিষ্ট খাদ্যৰ সন্ধান 
নতুন বছৰ স্বাগতম, বিৰাজমান এই দুৰ্ভগীয়াৰ বৃথা হাবিয়াস জীৱন সংগ্ৰাম



Silence of the graveyard  now reigns in the city center
Multitudes of tired bodies trundle homeward after the festivities
New Year’s party is over
Cry of this poor,unfortunate homeless lost in the din of the joyous crowd
There is no warmth in the dazzling lights on the Christmas tree and
The smokey trails of the spectacular fireworks heralding new year
Constant search for a temporary shelter from the ice cold rain unsuccessful
Only companion on the road, the stray bitch, also lost in the melee
May be she was trampled by somebody in the maddening crowd
While she looked for her master who long ago abandoned her
In a while the new year’s sun will rise
The same old sun, nothing new in that
Amongst the confetti littering the streets of the metropolis
Search for some left over food came out naught
Welcome New Year,struggles and longings of this miserable life continues
 

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

10 thoughts on “New Year for Homeless”

  1. These are some harsh realities of life…for poor and needy, there are no real festivities but always a struggle. While we are busy in celebrations, some people are fighting to make their ends meet. That’s the disparity created by God….I wish it wasn’t there. You have beautifully expressed it in your poem!

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  2. Beautifully voiced them…they show so much strength, just by going through and living through another day. We can learn a lot from the homeless. They teach us that what we really need is so minimum and teach us to be humble and a lot more.

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  3. Holidays and celebrations come and go, thanks for paying attention to who is left behind. Awareness is the first step toward change. I hope your poetry opens some eyes to harsh realities so often ignored. 🙂

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    1. If we would have spent a fraction of the expenses every year in welcoming the New Year to help the organizations helping the poor, many would have benefited. I am not hopeful that we will ever be able to rid this world of poverty.

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