A amazing poem from a W.C writer “Child labour”
(Tap the writer name Kousika. A amazing writer.)
A small angel being orphaned
A Poem by Kousika
Feel of orphaned girl..Compares her with normal parented child life..
Childhood.. What a great age it is..***!!!
Everybody loves to be in those days..
The small gang that we form
to play, to laugh, to share our daily happenings.
The tree under which we sit and
chat for hours and hours..
Forget the time limit for the play that
our mom has given .. her half an hour
extends to one hour.. then slowly to
two hours.. Slowly, half a Sunday passes by..
Then, we run since mom holds a stick and chases
us..:-))Lovely days know, those were.. !!
Every human being in this world cherishes
those golden days .. loves to be in that age !!
All are lucky to have those pearl days in their
sweet memories.. EXCEPT ME ! ! ! LL
I was, the one who used to sit and watch
my colleagues, I did not study with them..
I became a spectator and they became my heroes and heroines..
whose life is always like a fairy princess..:-))
I, just, always sit upon a small stone under a tree
and gaze them laughing.. hitting each other with
hand.. stone. .and chasing each other with a cutest smile..
Even years will roll-on like milliseconds when I watch
them playing.. When their parents call them to have
lunch, I turn back to see will someone turn up
for me..! But to my bad luck, not even
the air turns up.. The sun too hides it’s face in clouds..
Then I put my head down like an evening flower
and push my feet forward.. Even it feels in sadness
Now I understand the great feel of parents
when they see their child walking, running, talking..
It’s all the glimpse of God that He showered on them ..
I am, really, envious of them.. just because of their
lifestyle.. The affectionate grandmother who teaches them
the heritage.. The strict grandpa, but softest inside,
who allows them to pull their moustache and play..
The hardworking dad who wishes to even give the sky
for their child.. The second God, mom who prepares
and feeds them sweets on their birthday..
Though their life is not arranged with
roses, they have family as thorns who protect
them from being plucked..
I don’t have any such thorns, not even a leaf,
a leaf to hug when I hear the deadliest
sound of thunder .. LL..to protect me from
hard rock like falling rain drops..
Who will I call when I get hurt.. ?? Who will run towards me
with a bowl of food when I cry I am hungry ???
Many unanswered questions kept on sweeping like
water do with the seashore rocks.. ..
See even it has someone but I am ? ? ! ! !
Why has God given me such a huge responsibility
with no one to guide me through my path.. ??????
I stand outside every school, morning and evening,
watching people holding their child’s hand and
walking by their way.. Am I also not such a girl to get
those moments ?? Am I a thief ?? Had I did anything
wrong or harmed any people ?? Have I stolen
other’s property ??????
Why, God , have you given me this punishment ? !!
I know only one in this huge world.. that is you , Amen..
Even a thief will think only good for his child.. A stubborn
mom will be the kindest to her daughter.. A beggar
give his only one palm of rice to his son and laughs
by seeing him eating, in spite of his stomach scolding
that even it is starved for three days..
When my mates put their school bags and
moved to schools, I also put, not my school bag,
but my lunch bag to work in a quarry !!
When people say, the person who goes to a job is an employee
or called a worker, then am I also an employee..? A worker.. ??
I walk proudly raising my collar saying I am a worker with a cute smile on my cheek when I am just eight years..
Because after schooling everyone goes to a job, right ??
Then I am ahead of them.. But I did not know that
I’m a CHILD LABOUR !! !! !!
I am darkening my life, my studies , for that small
ten rupees and fifty rupees ………
No one taught me that, after their studies, they
can fly to abroad for many reasons, but I can only see the flight
only from the quarry.. though ,hardly I get that chance ,it will
only be for working.. working.. working.. Where I will see them
being my boss..
I did not realize that my life is going to be a water ,
which is though, the most integral part of all work ..
it cannot fly in the air.. touch the sky..
cannot traverse through the space..
Similarly, my life is also going to be one such
integral part but I shall not raise my standard..
cannot raise my living.. can’t relax even like a
small creature in the world.. I just have to run, run,
and chase the life.. Unknowing that it will never turn up
for me !!!!!
My life went on like a sun..
working throughout the day .. early morning
washing vessels in few homes, then working in a complex as a cleaner..
Evening as a server in a hotel.. Night stitching clothes..
Do you think my life was just that..
I had many problems that I have to face each day..
Though the problem was the same it was enacted by
different persons whom God has sent.. to test my dignity..
test my self-respect..
Each hit given by a chisel is taken by the stone in a
positive way to mould it into a beautiful manner,
I too took each incidents in my life to mould myself to
become both a rose and a thorn..
Because, I don’t possess anybody to do that for me..
I just get mesmerized when I see parents
feeding their child with utmost care in the hotel..
But, why do people scold when I simply see them..??
Am I not even eligible to at least gaze at them.. Am I such a
ugly creature ??? Why they don’t understand that I
see them not to pluck their child’s chain or
run away with their belongings..
I watch because I din’t get that great feelings.. !!!!
because I do not have anybody for me.. I don’t even possess
anybody so called blood relations..!!!
There is a saying that one will know the pain
only if they get it .. SO, people will know my feel,
understand my agony , only if they were also
born without knowing their parents.. ?????????
Not able to study.. Unable to eat a mom’s food.. ??
I just ask to teach how to write alphabet ‘a’ in English..
I did not ask you share my post in Facebook, but
I just ask you to teach me how to create a bank account..
I just want to know my country name.. just write my name
at least once because I am excited to see
how my name looks like !!!
Is this a biggest deal for anyone ???
You become excited, tensed when you see your
child has got hurt.. But why don’t you people understand
that only the street dogs come closer to me when I had
fallen and couldn’t raise..
When millions of beings passes in the road each minute,
no one spares even a second to see us begging for food or money..
Do all think we are doing it for time pass.. ??
Do you people know what happens to us when we don’t give
money to our manager.. We are about to get beatings..
are being starved for a day..
Realise that even we have the desire to go to school..
spend the weekend by lying under mom’s lap
and watching Tv .. have lunch by sitting aside dad ..
have a unfair game with my small sister and
fight as if it was a fair play..
We had dreamt about it more than
thousand times , hoping that it will be felt
and enjoyed by us, at least on the last day of our life..
We didn’t ask you all people to adapt us..
neither give your property nor your business..
We did not enquire you about your bank balance
or about your IT returns..
We, also, do not either compel you to send your child with us
or join us too in the same school..
I just, kindly, please you to do one favour for me !!
we have been longing only for this from the day of our birth $$
“ DEMOLISH CHILD LABOUR ”