By Prakriti Sharma
Surrounded by black and white plastic bags
Heavier than his own weight along he drags
Bare feet, burning sun, he looks around with eyes of no hope
For in his life his mere support is the bag's rope
Holding his little sister from the other hand
Who's not mentally sound to realise and understand
Unaware she imagines the world living in a condition same as them
His brother letting her believe in this false belief not initiating a condemn
Hope for a better future never died in this child
Knowing very well the chances existing not even mild
Life of uncertainty, the only stress of feed
As we ate the fruit, he took the seed
As the brother handed them over to his little sister he gazed upon his palms with no lines to be seen
Perplexed whether it's from the ropes he held or the destiny has been mean.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Street Kids'
It’s sad how true this is.
It’s really a heartfelt poem
Harsh reality of our world ……it touches the core, beautifully expressed through words.
Ok this is the best poem you have written