140.Bonded Laborer Poem by rajagopal haran

140.Bonded Laborer



(Dear Readers
This is by a mother whose son is a laborer in a quarry.

Inspiration is from the following:
Morning I saw a TV show where they took an interview of a 13 year old boy who was sold to a landlord for slavery by a person close to the family; he is the sole bread winner of the family of a mother and two sisters; he has been beaten up all along till he was rescued by some NGOs; the mother was crying throughout the show)
My dear son
You are delight of my eye
I bore you in my womb
After falling down from the uterus
I bore you on my hands
When you were sucking milk
I bore you on my laps
When you were dozing
I bore you on my shoulders
When you were pining
I bore you on my bosom
When you overgrew me
I bore you in my eyes
Till my heart stops naturally
I shall bear you in my heart

Bearing is my job
Not yours my son
You are born to bear the country
On your head


19 12 2008

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rajagopal haran

rajagopal haran

Tiruchirapalli-Tamilnadu-India
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