India's Poor Girl Child
Bharat Ki Garib Bitia Dukhon Mein mushkurate Hui
Bharat ki garib bitia uske beech mein mushkurate hui,
Maan ki mada karti hui khanan banane mein,
Farsh jhadu deti hui,
Apne bacchaa bhai ko lo bahar le jaati hui,
Apne chalane asamartha
Bhaai ka load le jaati huin.
India's Poor Girl child Smiling In The Midst of
India's poor girl child smiling amidst the pains of living,
Helping her mother to cook,
Sweeping the floor,
Taking the younger brother for an outing,
Herself unable to walk down
With the load of his baby brother.
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Quiet truth in this poem. I have read many of your recent poems. Each one is unique in its own way.