A Child..

do we sometime stop and look around.. look and notice the fate of some kids around us..see how a child is really treated.. how much pain is inflicted upon him ..




POVERTY

A child...

this is far too complex for poetry
far too inhumane for tears and cries
what is that fault of yours that makes you cry
day and night?
is it being a child ?
fragile and helpless...
A child,
that shadow without a form and meaningless
whose existence is wiped off by this cruel world
and extingushed like that cheap cigarette stub
A child,
that dumb victim caught in the vicious and endless
circle of needs..
to end up wondering in the corridors of poverty
that chapter which is forgotten after having been read
on stormy days and nights...
i know not what is that in your eyes
Child,
which says stop
i know not..
i only know that you are a branch of this cruel world
Abandoned, shattered and lonely
Oh world , arise ! for you too have once been that
Child...
Arise and hold that Child in both your palms
for this is where he should reside
you have been his enemy dragging him through
harships and sufferings
Now become his friend and help him gather
broken pieces of his life
promise that all that has passed will not recur
nor will you slice him
No more wil you throw him in garbage-cans
Only love and soothing words would be on your lips
Arise Oh world! lift up from that dust and embrace
This New child of yours..
for after the storm sunshine is meant to be ...