Can You Call This Child’s Play?

chitragopi on Sep 4, 2009

My Heart Bleeds for the Small Hands that Carry Load.

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The sun still sleeps when I start my day

Water I play with, cold, my hands clay.

I clean and wash and wash and clean,

Till not one speck of dirt, by Missus seen.

The sun still sleeps when I start my day

The ear-splitting machines make their way

For me to yoke and assist them in their feat

Till I get tired of the never ending beat.

The sun still sleeps when I start my day

Loads weigh me down, no words I say.

Load of my family I carry on my shoulders

Who’ll free me from back breaking boulders.

The sun still sleeps when I start my day

Weaving fine threads for fine carpets to lay

Believe, finer the carpets, when tiny fingers play

Non-stop knotting threads- now would you call that child’s play?

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Jane Jane on Sep 4, 2009
that’s not.. =)
cutedrishti8 on Sep 4, 2009
Nice one to share..Great work..
Nikita K on Sep 4, 2009
Every man has his burdens and to underestimate one’s potential is truly bad. A beautiful poem showing the woes of a person in rich language. Stunning.
Goodselfme on Sep 4, 2009
Well expressed thoughts tx
ken bultman on Sep 4, 2009
A load to bear. We all have. Good poem.
sandie on Sep 4, 2009
i know the feeling of you doing carpets by hand, good comments in your poem.
giftarist on Sep 5, 2009
Nice poem!
fishfry aka Elizabeth Figueroa on Sep 7, 2009
I feel the heaviness of your burden, as we all mustdo to get through life. You can do it with a smile, or do it will anger Great Poem

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