Oh! my street children!
You’re made objects of fun,
Some of you dismissed school
To hold a working tool.
Factories, hotels etc. you work for very little money -
By you ashamed are men many.
If stomach is not full,
Who goes through the books dull?
However, you are poor,
I know your hearts are pure.
How will you be freed?
When all are full of greed.
Regulations, laws, amendments came many -
I wonder they caused difference any.
Leaders, reformers, politicians preached a lot -
But water, food, clothes and shelter are hardly got.
**** Salutations to the shoes of my Guru Kanhaiah Ram Nath ****
The True Guru's Grace Has No End!
Comments
Dear Jana,
Hari Om! Thanks for your comment. By the grace of my Guru, pen is held to spear the hearts of people.
Dear Feather,
Thanks for the photo. The photo speaks more than the poem.
I understand the struggle you faced as a child labour. I do hope that your wish may soon be fulfilled by the grace of God and Guru!