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| Photo Credit: Ram Ranjan Prasad |
Troubled heart and innocent faces,
Gullible mind and tiny traces.
Dusty streets and pebbles many,
Overflowing needs but no penny.
Tired feet and drained energy,
Downs of life is all they see.
Books and pens and schools they wish,
But their tender age has household duties.
Washing dishes; serving tea,
Or maybe cleaning your limousine.
Treated like untouchables; inhumane,
Known by a lot but no fame.
Garage and industries are their sheds
Or maybe on a nob’s bed.
Broken into pieces; all shattered,
People to look at; but none to gather.
Devoid of dreams; no thoughts left,
Emotions either hurt or cleft.
Harassed by all every time,
And left with a crippled prime.
Author : Megha Jha
She has done her graduation from Patna Women's College and presently she is pursuing her Masters degree in English from Patna University. She has a keen interest in writing.
She has done her graduation from Patna Women's College and presently she is pursuing her Masters degree in English from Patna University. She has a keen interest in writing.
