That Child
Gray sand,
a child's hands
blister
ridden,
A heart full of
Pain -
hidden
A child's eyes,
devoid of dreams
suffocated
screams,
making carpets
needles
pierce,
cry disappears
as the bully
master,
with a wooden face
and without
grace,
comes with a baton
to beat him
blue and green
Mother weeps,
yet eyes are dry
she can’t
even cry,
she is ill
no money, no food, no pill
helpless she
is,
hapless she is
Father
drinks,
borrowed intoxication
Beats mother,
Without provocation
The child
works
And childhood sleeps, eternally
Contributing Poet -
Suhas Kumar, I am an old man who has
seen 52 winters so far. I work as a wildlife professional with the
government. And like to speak out on behalf of animals who cannot speak in
English or any other human language.
@ Suhas Kumar Bhopal
sukum48@rediff.com
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