In an eight by eight room
on the top floor
of an unauthorized dwelling
under the blazing hot tin roof
he sits on a rickety bed
peeping out of the window
the table fan in a corner
whirrs pathetically in slow motion
he does not feel the rivulets of sweat
pouring down his back
and soaking his threadbare polyester shirt,
nor the blistering heat of the sun
all he can hear is the hustle and the bustle in the streets
the city of his dreams throbbing palpably
serenading him with its cacophony
mesmerizing him with its sights and sounds
he breathes deeply the foul air
feeling alive like never before
it is no surprise
he will not exchange this for anything
this city promises what his village couldn’t provide.
(Every minute around 30 people migrate to cities in India)
The Mahatma would not be happy.
Ghandi believed in the village way of life.
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Indeed, David. But successive governments have done nothing to improve the infrastructure in the villages. But one cannot give up hope. Thank you so much.
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Very vividly written. Excellent.
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Thank you so much.
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Beautiful image full of hope. It’s tangible. I wonder, also after a while, is it truly better for them to have come to the cities, or is it still a hard life? Is the hope realistic?
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Thank you so much, Marieke, for reading. I will try to answer your queries. Financially it is better because they do find some kind of employment in the cities. But it is a hard life. Most of them live on the periphery with no basic amenities and stay away from their families. Some are able to improve their life others take to petty crime. Our government is not doing enough to sustain their lives in villages.
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It sounds sad
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It is. 😔
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Very vivid imagery.
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Thanks Sadje.
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My pleasure 😇
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A great piece Punam,
Flippant dreams at the start
Are not dreams from the heart
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Thanks a lot, Ivor.
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and he is one of the few blessed with a room, vividly portrayed Punam 🙂
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Yes, Kate. Thanks a lot. 🙂
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welcome Punam!
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i taste your words today, the hardship endured for a better future, even in the smallest space, hope lives – this was strong and vivid Punam, put me in the room and under his skin
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You have created a strong image. The human ability to adapt and endure is amazing.
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It sure is! Thank you so much.
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You are welcome.
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That is a startling figure, Punam.
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It is, Tracy and plays havoc with the infrastructure of the cities.
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I very much appreciate your poem. It’s gritty and it’s real.
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Thank you so much, Li.
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You are very welcome, Punam ❤
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well written and an interesting topic. with all governments resorting to socialistic schemes this migration may get curtailed to an extent, if only because of the unambitious who will be happy with the meagre goodies doled out.
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I doubt it will! Cheap phones and free data has opened up a new world for them. Socialist schemes won’t help much. As you said, only the unambitious will stay put. With more than half our population under 35, we need to bring our villages on par with the amenities available in the cities. Sadly, I don’t see that happening in my life time. Thanks a lot ESP.
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you underestimate the number of the unambitious, the lazy, the free data consumers . But you are right, the villages need to transform, and they are at their pace. Rural spending for example has been on the rise for some time, if you go with fmcg data.
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Maybe I do…I agree there are many who just want freebies. Rural spending has gone up because of the money earned in the cities and sent back home.
Morning economics lesson, eh? 😀
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Haha always willing to be educated by the accomodation teacher ex toughie
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Don’t invoke the name of the ex toughie! She might set you to task with some data crunching! Lol
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😀 ..also you may be right about money sent to families in villages.
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There is no maybe about that at least…I have that information from verified sources. 😎
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It’s always nice to be sure about your facts and sources, I have a questioning mind, or a skeptical one.
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It is always better to be sceptical than a trusting fool!
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On the other hand, fools cannot afford to be sure
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Hmm 🤔
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🤓
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So well written Punam, I imagine it is hard for people who go to the cities to retain a sense of belonging and connection…. 🙂❤️
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Thanks Rachel. ❤️❤️
Poverty drives them away from home. Once they start earning, either they get their family here or keep the connection alive through annual visits.
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Still, it must feel so different from village life…. Life just hurts my heart at the moment 😢❤️
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It is very different… a sad reality which I see everyday. 😔❤️
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The sad reality for so many is just … brutal. I don’t understand how things could ever have become so unfair. And it makes one feel small and futile when you think about the extent and vastness of the world’s problems. Like there is no solution and that we have such little power as individuals. Sending love to your kind and clever soul Punam ❤️❤️
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It is brutal and numbing, Rachel. We were a poor nation when we got independence…lack of literacy, poverty, population explosion, corruption, apathy…the list of harsh realities that exacerbated the problem, is endless.
We cannot do much as individuals, though one does keep on trying. Thanks for your love, dear. ❤️❤️
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You do not need to thank me. I gladly give this to you ❤️💕
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🤗💞
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so poignant, the sorrow is palpable.
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Thank you so much, Paul. It is terrible to see them living in terrible conditions.
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Yes, so agree, it is now common across every continent too, though to a lesser degree as where you are relating to.
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Yes, indeed.
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Fabulous imagery! I loved this Punam 🙂❤️
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Thank you so much, Christine! 🙂💞
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Wow, brilliantly written! Kudos!👏👏
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Thank you so much, dear! 🙏🏼
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This one is brilliant at so many places but my fav would be
‘he breathes deeply the foul air
feeling alive like never before’
Reading this made me sad,very very sad.
It is poignantly beautiful ❤️
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It is very sad, indeed Yasmin. Thank you so much for your kind words. ❤️
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Wow – this is a masterpiece – you defined the migration to cities saga so well
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I am humbled by your words. Thanks a lot, Shantanu.
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My pleasure always
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30? Wow. Beatiful read…and sad in a way.
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That was a two year old figure! It may be more now. Yes, very sad. Thanks dear.
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Wow very well written.
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Thank you so much.
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