Sordid images of poor quintile

        
         You tossed a blanket from the bed,
         You lay upon your back, and waited;
         You dozed and watched the night revealing
         The thousand sordid images.
Yes! This is the condition of our village from where I hail. There is a family beside my house whose daughter used to stand in front of my compound and bow to the wind till her buffet goes down,. Her father never used to go for any earning and her mother earn her livelyhood by cleaning utensils in the neighbour. Both her brother is budding as a good "omelette maker" and supporting their family financial need inspite of shaping their future. Un-Intentionally I asked to that girl, "What is your aim and what you want to become in future". She replied "I would like to become like you in future and will try to earn lots and lots of money so that i can kick-off this poverty and tears of hunger." I continued to be non-chalent at that situation and asked "Why you don't go to school daily"? Again her reply touched my heart. She told, "My father has no money to send me to school, the school are made only for "well-off" quintile and not for we all"
Returning back to Kolkata I once again saw that sordid images in the general compartment of "JAMALPUR HOWRAH EXPRESS". Meanwhile I made a call to one of my friend to reduce my feelings. I asked her to address me as "Praveen" and not as "Praveen bhaiya". Qite obvious she asked me why? But I don't want to let her know the pros and cons of my situation. Getting into the Engineering college doesn't mean that I am big enough or I am the honcho of my friend circle! I always tried from my side to give euphoria in all field to all my friend but my bizarre life has kaput all my feelings. Today I really need someone whose soft encouragement, gentle touch and austere feelings can boost me to that level from where I can help all the poor and needy financially. I lament to say to that girl, "I can't jilt my feelings for you, even though I have been trying for yonks to do that"
         "The sea of faith
          was once, too,at the full, and round the earth's shore
          but now i can only hear
          its melancholy, long withdrawing roar,
          retreating to the breath.
          of the night-wind down the vast edges drear
          and the naked shingles of the world!"
--pK {Mech. Engg.}

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