Hungry as Ever

 

There are but a handful of people

Who read poetry

In this city of Gods and Demons.

 

What blares out from the speakers

Of microbuses

Are cheap Hindi songs—

 

You hum them as you commute to work.

 

In this valley of dust and dirt and shit,

Words have lost their hue,

And lie in the gutter, waiting

 

For the July rain to carry them off,

Away from the people, who often feast

On cheap notes, hungry as ever.

 

 

Bibek Adhikari 





Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-06-22 at 14:32

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Some interesting ideas here. Not many people read poetry because, as you know, most poetry is garbage. People do like pop music. At least, it has catchy tunes. Yes, thanks to shitty poetry, marketing, political manipulation, words have become garbage. People will turn to pop trash. It's our job to try to reacquaint them with the nobility of language.
2018-06-23


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I feel your despair in this poem. The hunger for words and culture, even at your young age.

"There are but a handful of people who read poetry In this city of Gods and Demons."
Wow! What a stong way to begin, but the truth is that it is so all over the world. \

Is it because life has become so uncertain that so many people prefer to listen to music instead of reading? Instead of learning and thinking? It's sad, but there are those few, so there is hope. Great poem with many insights.
Ashe
2018-06-22