PLEASE LET HIM STAY..............

9 months- You nurtured me,
                 Protected me in your womb.......

I'm a part of you,
Abandoned me......HOW COULD YOU?
Where are you?
Can you hear me?
Look Where I Stand,
Where I Belong.........
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Found besides garbage forlorn,
My cry one couldn't hear,
No one to see my tear.............

How I grew up?
First step on burning hot road,
First syllable neither "MA" nor "PA"...........

My Home,
Railway platform or wide street,
Dreams under the starry sky in the scorching heat...........

I wake up,
As a STRANGER to this world,
& the world STRANGE to me..........

Eyes:Search for shelter,
        for food, for water,
& Search for MY BELOVED............

Hands: To work (LONGING TO HOLD YOUR FINGERS)
To beg,
Wipe cars on traffic signals,
Sell things in train,
Serve tea in hotels,
Making fireworks, polishing shoes..........
Isn't it great that I work?
As a Child (LABORER)

I don't want NGO's help,
Nor any benevolence............

Yes, Summers burn me,
        Rains drown me,
        Winters chill me.............

Every night,
I Pray,
Not for me,
For someone like me,
If he have breathe this polluted world,
NEVER ABANDON HIM.

If No,PLEASE LET HIM STAY............
IN THE WARMTH.........OF HIS MOTHERS WOMB.........
ONLY..........FOREVER.................



P.S.Even the Child Labors Act haven't reduced the prevalence of CHILD LABOR in our country.
though I have written this post.....somewhere I feel even m responsible for its prevalence after I purchase things sold by those children in the local trains.......HAVE DECIDED TO STOP IT!

IT'S ALWAYS ME..........

It's me,

Being a part of crowd,

Questions, "WHY THE CROWD?"

It's me,

Whose life is ruled by CLOCK,

If reached on time that's the LUCK.......

It's me,

Who stay away from VIOLENCE,

Scared of the consequence (VICIOUS CIRCLE OF LAW)........

It's me,

Who has the Biggest Right: TO VOTE,

But it's also True,

My Voice don't reach the (DEAF) ears to whom I vote.......

It's me,

Who DIE everyday,

Whether it's a POLITICAL RAGE,

or a TERRORIST CAGE.........

It's me,

Who has to SUFFER,

During  a STRIKE,

In PRICE HIKE,

Or during INFLATION,

& in RECESSION............

It's me,

Who finds happiness in SMALL THING,

Don't know what TOMORROW will BRING.........

It's me,

Who ignores MY WOUND, (IS THAT WHY I STILL SUFFER?)

Which DEEPENS each day,

& Nothing to soothe the PAIN.......

It's me,

LOST even in CROWD,

& the UNKNOWN FATE.........

IT'S ME & ALWAYS WILL BE,

" A COMMON MAN......................