Children Today………. Poem by Abhijit Surve

Amongst the concrete crevices, amidst the dark clouds unseen..
Dumps of choking smoke and gas, keeps swalloing them in..
Be happy its children's Day, our chacha nehru's birthday..
Its time for celebrations, but where do these children play..? ?


Unattended by fathers, left to fend their worried mothers..
Taking on the weight alone, with no hope of help from others..
Made to work with their tiny hands, right throughout the day..
If a child is meant for labour, then when do these children play..? ?


At least spare one thought, for the children of Poverty Street..
Homeless young teenagers and against the odds they must compete..
Stealing for food, drugs and alcohol, their life's too tough any way..
Born in such cruel conditions, then how do these children play..? ?


See the world in their innocent dreams, and tell me what is new..
Is it what time has done to them, or is it what they still believe..
They see love in our gentle hands, who guide them all their way..
Or may be strength in our watchful eyes, who always watch them play..


See them sing songs of delight, bop and hop without a fright..
Play with joy throughout the day, see sweet dreams by the night..
Give them sweet smiles as gifts, give them the pillow of comfort..
You will achieve to grant them love, put a little more effort..


Please give them a ray of light, don't close your eyes and sleep..
Give them hope for a better tommorow, for we have promises to keep..
If we spare a thought for these souls, then it should be no surprise..
The world would have been a better place, if we all had Children's eyes....