The Princess

Dark brown eyes made hazel by the sun
Her mottled teeth, brown and cream
She smiled at, visible to none other
A vibrant, marvelous dream
The princess I saw, sitting on a rock
The most cheerful creature I know
Breathing in, dust laden air of that site
That coated her hair and brow
And smiled again, to that fragrance
Like she enjoyed the green water
That ran down her parched throat
And to her every cell, a nectar
A much awaited, for her mortal
Starved, stunted being
She swayed to the tunes of her own song
Seeming like she weaved the wind
But princess she is, and much envied
By those who cannot stand the sun
As she locked her eyes on the weaving disc
with no prince or Godmother to wait for
Left with an abyss of her life
She is willing to take the risk

Poem on child labour

Why couldn’t I be like them?

They asked me                                    

Who’s the most unluckiest child

In the world amongst

The children so mild

You’ll think it is me

When I tell you my story

As sad as it could be

You’ll never wish to be like me

I was born to be alone

And I haven’t seen my parent’s face

Sad, dull and grey

Were all my days

I started to work

At an early age

They made me feel like

My life was in a cage

They made me break stones

And wash their dirty dishes,

Demolished and crumbled

Were all my lovely wishes

They never gave me

Proper food to eat

All they did to me

Is to torture and beat

When I see other children

So bright and happy

Lovely and sweet

Will be their days

They learn and they play

All the day

Showered in love

Are they every day

To God, I always ask

Why couldn’t I be like them

But I got no answers

I wish I could be like them.