Child Labour
Child Labour
Burden so heavy
Feels like carrying death for some rupees with dreams of living a better life
At this age I have learnt how to fight and strive
Legs so weak no strength to stand
Dirt all over, no other option I have, Scorching heat or chilling winter evenings.
The sides of the lanes is where you will find me taking a nap
My house? The place which makes me reminded of my life's truth
No food just tears
Habituated to see my parents begging desperately on the roads
Fights and violence
Those red marks on the faces
My mother touched by many
I saw her keeping quiet
At the night when she came wearing the tattered saree
Shame and regret was all I had
Beated by many
Brutally and mercilessly
No they aren't my parents
They are the people who gave me work whose leftover food is what I eat
So that I don't get thrown away
I am compelled to cry on their feet
SCHOOL? isn't it heaven
I have seen the children in the nearby school opening the tiffin boxes when the clock strikes 11
Sometimes I hear the teacher scolding them
Giggling behind the walls when I try to see them play different games
Childhood is the best part of life
I didn't know that, was it meant to be nice?
The world runs on money and not on feelings of the poor like me and the family of mine
The world accepts the wings
The one which are made of earnings
The one which always shine