Life Line

(Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau)

They call this the poor man's street
Every body here is looking to survive
The sun might shine bright or shy away
For a simple meal we all have to strive

The man behind me paints his pain
The lady at the other side begs for alms
She sits with tears and a worn out cloak
Her wailing son just stretches his palms

We all are strangers at this place
Even though we have a common goal
We might not talk to each other
But there is a hole in each of our soul

My lone friend here is this cello
I call her Jenny, after my wife
She left me a long time ago
Leaving me with a crumbling life

I chose not to give up hope
I started a new life with her name
I just want to get past each day
Because hunger strikes like a burning flame

She is my prized possession
For her I shall give up myself
Her tones earn me a bowl of soup
She is my ever helping elf

I might survive this cold wet day
But I want her symphony to shine
A dose of medicine shall help me
I want her to be safe, my life line

Written for The Magpie Tales: Mag 203.

~ Soumya

20 comments:

  1. I have no words to describe how beautifully you have written this! Its so touching, Soumya! :)

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  2. The picture, the words.
    It tugs at the heartstrings.

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  3. What wonderful verse. You can really feel the emotion!

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  4. You are a magician. Truly! It's nothing less than a treat reading your beautifully woven words and the story hidden in them.

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    1. Wow, thank you so much for this awesome comment :)

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  5. How you saw so much in this image!!
    The sentences woven up are beautiful!
    Almost like a country song :)

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  6. "I chose not to give up hope
    I started a new life with her name
    I just want to get past each day
    Because hunger strikes like a burning flame" - you are brilliant with words :-)

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    1. Thank you Amrit and welcome to my space :)

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    1. Thank you Thinker! Welcome to my space :)

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  8. Such soul-stirring words, Soumya....
    "We all are strangers at this place" ... "But there is a hole in each of our soul" How very true.

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