Twinkling Little Hands

Those young terrified legs followed the deserted footprints in the dark

Childhood offered them a hollow euphoria which only kindled once or twice.

Those twinkling little hands worked on homes and sites instead of playing in the park

Childhood offered them a pain so potent that they never saw the dreams of paradise.

Some experienced hunger and some were homeless at nights

Facing the rubble and troubles of life their days took a hundred turns.

The discriminating wand of our muscular society inflicted them with racial bites

No literacy touched their hearts and their race and caste suffered countless burns.

– Muzaffar Ahmed

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