Autumn February 11, 2007
Posted by Harihar Jha हरिहर झा in English, Poetry.com, Rhymed.trackback
soaked in tears my piano
how can I create a melody?
my childhood a dry autumn
no place for any greenery.
I have sold my playful life
for a few coins, what a deal!
After my sweat and blood
hard to get a squire meal
my childhood put on a mortgage
I joined the labour force
how could I go to the school
With no money, no source
I never complain with my master
for I am bruised and battered
puzzle of love and abuse
Alas! my life is shattered
I deserve smile or chuckle
Why rebuke passing my ears
Scared as always be beaten
who will wipe my tears?
-Harihar Rai Jha
Copyright ©2006 Harihar Rai Jha
Very moving. A poem on the tragedy and evils of child labor. Slavery is still alive and well, thanks to the greed of soul-less business people. The poem could use, in my humble opinion, a little touching-up to improve the grammar, meter and flow (it’s 99% there). Otherwise, it is a very fine write with an ALL IMPORTANT message, my friend. Blessings.
-Andre