Brown, rusty locks
tossed from an
end to the other,
tracing her face
then and again, helped
brush off those tears
With her tiny palms
she clinched a bag,
-her mom’s!
As the sun beamed
above her head
she knew,
one more day to her
bleak life
one more sin
to be alive……
Wiping her tears
clinching to her bag
she climbed in to car
waiting across
the pavement-she calls home…
She’s barely eleven
her spirit unshaken...
Inspiration:Child beggary and prostitution In India
2 comments:
The last line of the poem really made me think. When I offer some money and bread to the needed I feel I have done a very good thing but the entire system or the entire thing should be reduced and eventually abolished.
But it needs lot of effort from the people of the higher society, and also proper plan is important to work on this issue. Every individual will definetly question him/herself one day..."Have I done anything to my country???" ...and that day I dnt want to bend my head. I have few ideas but ideas dnt make things happen,support is important and also proper awareness to all segments of the society. If India can abolish POLIO, then of course it can abolish child beggary and prostitution. I would say we have the script but no Director and no producer.
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ADMIRER
Good expression.....
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