Bud toil

this poem is about child labour and struggle which is still practiced in many parts of our country...i hope this poem may create awareness and a sense of tender feeling among the obnoxious people

A brat bub has the frolic,fun and

The tender bud are mind numb

Living in a perpetual state of vicious poverty

Just due to the lack of subsistence

Before growing they are exploited and euthanasied

By the phlegmatic,indifferent cold attitude of people

People turn up a blind eye

 As they cannot see the lost spring fly

Like the morning birds,they lioter,crawl and creep

As in this bleak world they just have to wee

They rather survive as a being like the boon

But rather they toil as they have been beshrewed

They are barred with bonded labour when they have the tender skin

They become soft target of suspicion,when they wear or eat a meal

What is this life,if people are apathy,cruel and avarice

As they choke the bud to fall and never to rise

They cant dare and daring is not art of their growing u

A garbage for them is gold

A daily bread,a roof over their head

IF they want to dream,they cant dream deeper

as theie dream is like a mirage

Their innocence is infecting me

But not the avaricious,

The majestic society are not bound by the whims and fancies of another being

Just due to the non affectionate attitude

The buds toil

They cant prostrate themselves and worship for their own freedom

The only thing left with is hope,hope and hope! 

Reviews

[Dahlia]

So sad but also so important to shine a spotlight on child labour and poverty. This makes my heart hurt, It is so sad to know that this continues to be the case in many parts of our world.