I lost my childhood somewhere <br />somewhere amidst dust and sweat. <br />Long back dating the day I first saw the world <br />tears flowed from the eyes of those who gave me birth. <br />Poverty crib-bled and killed them to death <br />they left behind, a life full of sorrows and pains <br />for me and for six more sorrowful souls on earth. <br /> <br />Neither did I ever complain <br />nor did my fellow mates <br />for what to cry about <br />we never knew <br />so many sorrows in life and choose one <br />we never had time <br /> <br />We were born to serve those who moved with flashy goods, <br />I wonder why pains and sufferings were fated for us. <br /> <br />Days were spent working for night's meal <br />while nights went praying for a dawn ahead. <br /> <br />Binding and sticking together pages they call books <br />I always wished I could know what magic laid in it <br />but i guess my childhood was destined to suffer <br /> <br />I cried, i howled <br />but my prayer remained unanswered <br /> <br />My house, my home <br />Changed each day, each night <br />from one street to another <br />we were forced to migrate <br /> <br />we by now have faced <br />what we were destined to <br />and all we now wait for <br />is a ray of hope, a light <br />a little sunshine <br />for others of our kind <br />should not face what we did <br />for only we know how difficult were <br />those times...........<br /><br />Areena Arora<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-childhood-6/
