A Morsel Of Food

Though it was a 3-star hotel,

It was a distressing sight. 

Seeing the small hands doing labor, 

Added to the plight...

Very famished and hungry, seemed he,

But still, out of trepidation, he exerted himself.

The beads of perspiration on his frightened face,

seemed like the shards of a splintered glass.

His thin pale hands were blistered,

 Eyes welled up due to the smoke...

But he hid all his feelings deep beneath, 

And with an expressionless face, cooked on the stove.

Wasn't this cruel enough for a budding life?

Hunger and starvation, he had to face in such a tender age?

He knew when he was humiliated, but

feared the lashes he got for taking his stand.

And now he couldn't bear hunger anymore,

But there were just dry pieces of stale bread,

Having no option, he succumbed to it

Satisfied his hunger, yet with an unsatisfactory expression...

As hard crumbs became the tokens of acceptance,

Tears couldn't hold back the anguish...

And he remembered the struggle he had seen,

in his home, for a morsel of food for everyone.

But no more, would the struggle continue now!

It will not be just about a morsel of food,

But a life where he is not hopeless for his needs, 

And where he isn't deprived of his rights...

We, as responsible people, will stand not only for him,

But also, for every child who was once a victim,

We will make their lives free of dominance and wrongs,

And let their hearts soar in the sky...