The lost opportunity

     As I look through my window

I see the children playing merrily round the willows,

oblivious of the worldly blows.

Alas! there are some who reflect a  situation of  juxtapose .

Those unfortunate lads are cursed,

They toil for hours,

And are devoid of the blissful showers,

Being ruled by the words of the nerds

who deprive them from being free birds.

To them childhood is a lost opportunity,

a  farfetched reality across the rivers peninsulas,

for their life draws upon the cinemas

 of a two letter pardox-:child-labour,

Oh my friend! These two words are akin to a  sabre,

ripping their souls   for their future  goals.

Life is a mere compromise for them,

Whence they are trapped in a vicious circle of an unlucky gem

Poverty is the only factor

And its time to close this chapter.

Their right to a better life is still  due

And those in power need to add it to the queue of the things to get through.

Though there are laws for the same

Yet many amongst us flout the game

And there after their childhood refuses to sprout again.

Perhaps! Their only fault was they were not born with a silver spoon in mouth and thus were foredoomed to feed their masters’ mouths...

Saloni gupta