I returned home that day. I still could not console myself for what I had seen and all that I had heard. I could only scribble the below poem....
A happy Children's Day it was,
A girl near the heap thrash was.
Crying bitterly for her only doll,
Whom she loved of all.
I passing by that way,
Showed her the hope of ray.
Asked the reason for her cry,
Crying she said with a heavy sigh.
My mother threw it out of rage,
Due to my father's daily wage.
What's the fault of the little girl?
Who had nothing to do at all!
Being poor is her only fault,
She even can't play with a doll.
Why the hell this poverty?
Oh poverty! Why don't you leave our people?
You will be shown the door
When everyone has their own chore!
Children's Day!! This day is celebrated to ensure that the child's rights are guaranteed but many in our ambience are not entilted to these rights. I felt guilty of myself for I could do nothing for the little girl. Though educated, capable of questioning the government, I kept quiet...
If many voices raise against indiscrimination towards these children, we can surely see that poverty is put to an end. After all, United we stand and divided we fall!
About the chocolates I took to offer her??? I just gave it to her but she threw them away because it was only the doll she wanted. This taught me another lesson- Never be greedy!