A Day In The Life Of A Rag Picker...

When Innocence Childhood Humanity is Crushed

By Poverty Illiteracy Population Growth

Hunger hard luck Dance on Fate

And a merciless call of destiny

To carry heavy gunny bags

On their tiny Aching backs

To fill with trampled Scraps

With Barefoot and wounded hands

As If They are thrown

To garbage as trash

To Pick up the

Rags

Childhood should be blessed with A SCHOOL BAG on its back and not at all Wounded with A GARBAGE BAG!!!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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