Pablo Neruda is a famous Spanish poet with great work in love and war, two equally potent themes. Today I am sharing with you the end of the poem “I’m explaining a few things”.


And you will ask: why doesn’t his poetry

speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land?

Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
the blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
in the streets!”

You can read the whole poem here. I suggest you take the time to read this great piece before reading mine.

I’m Getting A Few Things Off My Chest

I don’t read newspapers no more

Not since they started that war (long ago)

and it was so full of blood and death

and dying and pain, that my heart

began to ache, and then there were the rapes

so many rapes, and I stopped

cause my knowing about it did not make a difference

(I was only feeling more helpless)

(who has that power?)


But, all this social media, does not let me

be in my cocoon of not knowing

and only focusing on the good,

It shoves a piece of horror up in my face

and dangles it right where I must see

I try to close up but the words and images seep through


a woman starved to death in the name of dowry

a frail body of only twenty kgs

a mother dead

yes yes they arrested them

but where was the help, the police, the neighbours, us

when she was lying locked up

when she was starving

where was the womb that birthed her when she could not breathe

no more


and then a twelve-year-old beaten

beaten with cricket bats and stumps

bats and stumps made for playing

over a possibly stolen pack of biscuits

by mere nineteen-year-olds

his friends

how could they watch him bleed

where is humanity if it is not present even in our own children?

the media, not bothered about pondering on such questions

the debate is on who was to be blamed, who got arrested


what is the use of my tears for someone I don’t know?

what is the use of this grief? this fear? this helplessness?

this anger?


I cannot comprehend the nature of us

why we are so cruel

how can I talk of the beauty of the world

when these thought invade, so uninvited

Where is our kindness hiding?

How do we spread the good and kind to each and every one of us

so that there is no more news like that?


For now, I say,

Dear child, be kind


when you loose something precious, when it is stolen from you

when you are mistakenly or forcefully wronged,

dear child, be kind


when you are angry, so angry and mad, you cannot see the light

so angry you want to rip everything apart

dear child, be kind


when you are jealous, so jealous you turn everything green in your path

dear child, be kind


if you have the power to pass judgement

if you hold another’s fate in your hands

if you are the mightier

dear child, be kind


be kind, be kind, be kind.

N for Pablo Neruda, my poem: I’m getting a few things off my chest #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #NaPoWriMo
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17 thoughts on “N for Pablo Neruda, my poem: I’m getting a few things off my chest #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z #NaPoWriMo

  • April 20, 2019 at 11:49 am

    This is a big question. If we don’t know these things happen, how do we change the world? And yet the knowledge damages us, too. This is a powerful poem, one I will think about.

  • April 17, 2019 at 8:25 am

    I totally agree with you. I have turned away from the news and a lot of social media in the last year. Since moving from my home country, I don’t even read the news from there any more. It no longer affects me, so why do I need to get emotionally invested.

    Thank for visiting my page. I am at Transformed Nonconformist. I usually write humor pieces, but I am getting serious this month. I’m writing about people who have deeply impacted my life.

  • April 17, 2019 at 3:20 am

    I could not connect to the Neruda poem with your link but I found it elsewhere. Reading it made me think of Syria and what has happened there in the past few years. I have never understood how we humans as a species can do to each other what we do. I grew up among survivors of the European holocaust by the Nazis. We will never learn. We will destroy ourselves.

  • April 16, 2019 at 7:38 pm

    How poignant and heart wrenching reality of today. Very beautifully penned, Namratha.

  • April 16, 2019 at 7:22 pm

    Ohh that’s a beautiful weave my dear, it touched my heart and I am so glad I landed here today

  • April 16, 2019 at 5:20 pm

    These headlines scare me more. How can people be so cruel. How can someone beat and starve someone to death. It’s brutal. Inhuman. I just pray people be more kind.

  • April 16, 2019 at 1:17 pm

    You have penned brutality of society in a very poignant manner. As there is bad there must be some good also. Write about them, pain may lessen.

  • April 16, 2019 at 12:55 pm

    Thi si syour best Namy, it moved me. Extremely heart wrenching and straight from your heart. I could feel each words and the emotion. I have stoped reading news lon gback, I know sometimes I am not even much updated but I don;t see any thing good, everytime same stories of anguish and pain just characters keep on changing.
    The brutal truths you bought up through your write up is the real face of our society we live in.Commendable!

  • April 16, 2019 at 10:34 am

    Your poem has moved me to tears. I hope I can instil the value of kindness in my son, and he in turn to his.. Beautifully expressed.

  • April 16, 2019 at 8:10 am

    A poem that follows the same style as Pablo Neruda’s I loved Neruda’s way of answering why his poem does not bring joyous tidings. The way he describes the destruction of a Spanish city with men, women and children being killed and looted is really poignant. I loved your poem too especially the paragraph where you mention the fact that it is no longer possible to escape into a cocoon when the social media brings horrendous fact and holds it in front of the face for everyone to see. Lovely structuring and poignant poems, both.

  • April 16, 2019 at 8:06 am

    That’s lovely poem. I agree how our newspapers have only bad news these days. I love how you’ve weaved the different horrors of the society today into this poem.

  • April 16, 2019 at 1:15 am

    This is your best so far Namy. I could feel the anguish. I stopped reading newspapers long back. The brutality of the incidents haunts me. But is there a way to shut them out because you will find them on someone’s feed, some sponsored post. Just today I read about the 3 yr old abuse case in Hyderabad. I feel so shaken up, unable to sleep.

  • April 16, 2019 at 12:21 am

    What a coincidence! Today I wrote a post on Spanish drug dealer Pablo Escobar and reading your post about Spanish poet Pablo Neruda 😀 Liked it!


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