And the sun goes high, when the morning I rise,
every day I saw this boy, small in size.
Shirt open, collar so high,
walked like a man, he greeted me “hi”.
Here is your morning newspaper lady, he said with style.
thank you little boy, I said with smile. 🙂
Do you go to school, seriously I asked,
no he said, he replied in haste.
It’s not what I wanted; it’s the choice I made for,
money is what you spent and money is what I work for.
He was a child but he was so right,
wrong by the choice but the priorities made him fight.
Fight for food, fight for everything they want,
every moment is a war with the life they daunt.
The problems I have is so less to what he has,
the small boy made me realize that day. 🙂
Soon I heard a continuous ringing tone,
wait, I realized it’s my morning alarm clock.
Opened my eyes, I was still on my bed,
well, my friend that was a beautiful dream I had.
Standing near the balcony I waited in joy
Not for the newspaper but for the small boy…… 🙂
~ Ankita Anki
Jiyo yeh hui na baat!!!
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