Thursday, July 3, 2008 by Indrajit
A Sweeper
Mopping the floors in randomness.
With brisk strokes and bowing just slight,
On the canvas of priceless floors,
A Sweeper dazed, removes the patches.
Patches of snobs and pricey genteels,
Blots of kiddish trails and common men,
With indifferent strokes , he wipes clean-
The floor all day-the Sweeper unseen.
Pieces of dirt that lay bare,
And reminiscences of footwears,
He spills water and sights his field,
And soaks silent, his mop smears.
The Sweeper in his formal blues,
Brushes past shoe-soles many,
and when reined in by fatigue blues,
He rests still ,his pail and mop unglued.
Mopping the floors in randomness.
With brisk strokes and bowing just slight,
On the canvas of priceless floors,
A Sweeper dazed, removes the patches.
Patches of snobs and pricey genteels,
Blots of kiddish trails and common men,
With indifferent strokes , he wipes clean-
The floor all day-the Sweeper unseen.
Pieces of dirt that lay bare,
And reminiscences of footwears,
He spills water and sights his field,
And soaks silent, his mop smears.
The Sweeper in his formal blues,
Brushes past shoe-soles many,
and when reined in by fatigue blues,
He rests still ,his pail and mop unglued.
indrajit ghosal .
u hav beautifully captured the plight of a sweeper.....jioooo....
The Sweeper in his formal blues,
Brushes past shoe-soles many,
and when reined in by fatigue blues,
He rests still ,his pail and mop unglued.
these lines are beautiful...and the poem is touching
'On the canvas of priceless floors'...great lines..u are a real poet....
very well Indro really like it .. truly felt the hollow eyes of the sweeper smitten by the thoughts of broken and unyielded castles of dream ..darun ..jioooo ..!!!
nice. human state, can be compared to any bodies life not just the guy who sweeps
reminds me of the movie munna bhai mbbs where he goes and hugs the guy mopping the floor
this poem of urs is indeed a masterpiece. u surely knw how to bring out d pleas and pathos of human beings with ur magical words. tomar ei kobita ke amar silent abhinandan chara r kichui dite parlam na...
"A sweeper’s life would not change.
Never the people's attitude towards him.
He will keep on mopping and sweeping
To keep the canvas crystal clean.
No matter how much he is in need to mop his own blues.
No matter how much he wants a lil respect
Snobs like us will always treat him
Someone who is out of sect.
In such a world where all are rude
Nothing more than a prude
This poem of urs is a real tribute
Wther it reaches thm or remains mute."
.....remarkable topic's removal too the other life's side when our existence is only a normality and hapiness Illusion....but that dont change our condition of free and concient human beeings into miserly societyes.....
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Such a touching poem.You have so beautifully described the inner feelings of a person whose existence most don't even consider on a daily basis,by placing yourself in his shoes.A beautiful insight!
P.S.Loved Preetis's rendition as an addendum to it.Well said sweetie :)
HOW do you manage to write so well?! I was touched and overwhelmed to see your tribute to the man we see almost daily on the roads....I was ashamed of being so thankless! next time, i see a sweeper..i'm surely going to remember ur poem..
It is so wonderful..that you see things and pen down which millions of us would ever see...and think of..
great!!!!
such a touching poem, this one is indeed a masterpiece. And seems to come out so easily :)
Great lines!
wonderful....you always highlight the inside of people from different walks of life....very very touching....it's really a kind of tribute to the man we know & see him daily.
u'r poetries are always beautiful.. bt the things tht inspire u to write 1 are more beautiful!
kudos!
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