Friday, October 21, 2011

Babys first day at work

This is the new born life, baby’s first day at work at the Turner Road Taffic Signal, she is just a few days old, and here she is in the hands of a boy given on hire, drugged with laced milk, so she feels no pain, in the amniotic fluid of a new womb ..yes this is child labor of the worst kind..

Born of a drunken pleasure
Enforced pain
Mother at fourteen
Her child her child hood
All in vain
Like her little girl
At the Turner Road Traffic Signal
Babys first day at work
Heat and dust showers of rain
Vehicular traffic of life a few coins
Of human redemption
How do I explain
A picture some text
Drugged comatose sleep
Tears of her destiny as they drain
Children of a lesser god
Puppet on a string ..
A life commercially slain
The beggar mafia
The hafta system syndrome
Sins of her forefathers
On her karmic forehead engrain
shame ridden society
prostituted political system
India shining
a hackneyed refrain
a stone deaf god
who nods his head at each complain
as the child is sodomized gang raped
of her childhood again and again
prepubescent menstrual sorrow
as weeping blood stains
on the side walk of her domain
a decayed flesh a defoliated soul
read like this poem forgotten
only a membranous memory will remain
child cub of man born in captivity
to beg , to grovel , live as a slave
somnolent society entertain

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