The Children of No One

A poetic study of helpless children born in red light areas

As the faints of dusk grows, the neon and hazel lit,

Those dying orange of the sky, the bubble moon standing by.

Rises from wrecked damp houses, the critters of unknown.

Their heads like tiny bulb and clumps of brown dirty hair.

Battered faces, those sparkling eyes in the infected lair.

Call them rotten degrade, born lone, the mistake of trade.

While they hunt for garbage cans, their mother lay in moan.

Hormones pulsing hard, this city of mannered wolves.

They come, they pay and lay. Skin sold cheap here, who cares

Next day, another day, people change, moans stays.

The lovely trinkets at the city fair, the pink & blue balloons.

They sell, their voice so meek and frail, of hunger and despair.

And when the city sleeps, they shivers in the traces of fire

The homes they have, is of trade, of passion, lust and desire.

Next morning they rise and wipe the ashes of their clothes.

Muddy tea and a bun, they are ready for the day.

The work at cleaners, the gutters and garages. They earn.

Their Mothers sold in market, for father they never yearn.

The houses all infected, the diseases, sweat and sore

Few die of killing sickness, few live to witness more.

Their eyes all sunk in bones, the smiles they never saw

And the lives of such hollowness, all it does is grow.

The tiny breathing puppets, a mere ghost in existence,

They are story of survival, ignorance and persistence

In brothel all their lives, their mother in a money run

Carved out of a night’s trade, they were born to no one.

Reviews

[Jasnil Chand]

Honestly, the fact that this piece of writing is so powerful because it captures the essence of reality. An excellent piece of writing..

[BlackPrince]

This is a true to life portrait of the sex trade, the poverty and the innocent children born into such difficult circumstances.
It is good, as poets and writers, to give voice to the voiceless.

Well done!

[Abhishek Izy]

That feel so good to hear. Thank you so much buddy. You made my day BlackPrince.

[Onlyme]

You really drew a vision of hopelessness and despair, in this dramatic profound piece. Being born to a lady of the night. In a dirty, vile dark, damp subworld place. An innocent child born into hell. With nothing to look forward to. Malnourished and are really unloved. Heartbreaking and tragic.
Wearing a cross to bear. Not due to their own fault.

[Abhishek Izy]

Indeed and I always wished that Humanity had a bigger heart to accommodate them as well.
read moreIndeed and I always wished that Humanity had a bigger heart to accommodate them as well.

Thank you for your time and insight. Loved it as always

[Onlyme]

That really is what is lacking in this world is humanity and love. I relate to what your saying.

[DIVYA]

I despair for them sometimes. When I see very tiny ones out begging alone, I often shake them up and ask them where are their folks. They usually keep quiet...the ones who sell trinkets are even sadder to behold. They didn’t ask to be born yet were thrust into this tragic existence. Sadly, not much can be done. Give them good money and move on. It helps us feel better for a while...

Great writing Abhishek.

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you Divya and your empathy towards them is very genuine. As I writer, maybe one day we can get some warm back to society in our own lil ways. Thank you for your kind review

[DIVYA]

You’re welcome Abhishek.

[Rye]

WOW!! Throughly enjoyed this write, love that last stanza, so very well written

[Abhishek Izy]

Thank you Ryanna, this piece is close to me as I have seen some of those realities in some societies and its realllyyyyy very painful