Unsung Poets

a poem by Sushil Kansal

For a few handful who create
There are thousands who could
If only
Their bellies were full.
Many a times
When I sit down to write
(on my PC)
Scores of faces stare at me from the monitor…
The beggar boy who has lost his arm
The sweeper who hopes for a sweater this winter
My car cleaner whose wife is in the hospital…
And my hands just freeze on the keyboard.