A poem about social awareness and a protest against employing a child as a labour, by Sarala, exclusively for Different Truths.
Carrying heavy loads on their tender heads going through unbearable pains on their weak shoulders and necks
stooping down, bent, disfigured
with hardly anything to eat except the throwaway by the rich aside
These kids go through a perilous life to feed their family of old parents and siblings
What a shame on us to call us Indians with a rich heritage and spiritual masters!
Oh Lord, come to the rescue of these young children help them to go to school and study and play and see them grown up and responsible citizens to make a change in today’s conditions!
The time is now –
Don’t wait for others to change
Move on, brethren, move on
Be that change you want
To make –
It’s a question of now or never
Make a move fast
Before everything becomes
A dream
A dream never realised
Due to lack of selfishness and motivation!
©Sarala Balachandran
Photos from the Internet
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Sarala Balachandran was working with an import-export organisation in the administrative department for 38 years. She retired eleven years back. Married, with two sons aged 43 and 36, she took interest in writing recently. She writes free verses.
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