I feel strongly about exploitation of Children...It is all the more disturbing when they are street children lured in to corruption, of all creed and manner...This is the final poem of my series of poems on:"Children of Lesser God".
Street Urchin
The Little Boy Beggar on the StreetHe begs in the street,
That young boy by the fire,
To quench the collective fire
Of his family's belly;
Crippled- Sometimes by intention-
Much against his desire,
To cash upon the pity,
Of the world entire;
He feeds his family
And goes to sleep
On a half-filled stomach
Much to his ire;
He is the child on the street,
Alone in this world entire;
And sometimes,
He is picked up,
By a peddler of drugs;
He makes him an addict,
Blackmails him into peddling;
His blood, filled with the poison,
He sinks into quagmire
Of disease, addiction, exploitation
And quenching of desire,
Of lusty men and 'sire',
To whom he is 'supplied',
On beaches,
In dingy 'ghettos',
And in bars,
To some 'debonair'...
He doesn't reach maturity,
And dies in the street,
On a cold friendless night,
By some dying fire...
This boy on the street,
Alone in this world entire...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Note: Goa's Beach-Boys are famous.
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-01-07 at 23:10
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