A beautiful poem written by my friend Aashay Gune :)
A Poem: Social Structure and the Little Kid
Besides the scrapper,
Lay a hut
Which housed a family
Just like 'us'
Evenings daily made a way
For all toddlers to go and play
Never was seen, however, a kid
For Behind the hut always he hid
Secretly would he weep,
For he was a son of who sweep
All did he was to give back
If only came the ball to him
For once was he tempted
To feel the ball
Scorned was he in public
By one and all
All what they said,
“O, Filthy for you,
have we no room
Be your mother,
go and get a broom”.
On one such mocking
Gathered did he some courage
Fitting gave a reply
To a kid of his age
Quick was the kid to call
And in came his mother
To settle it for all
With her right hand raised
To him she said
“If seen around these boys
Stop would she ‘their’ bread!”
High in confidence ran the toddler
Thought he firmly on the way
“ I too have a mother
Who would settle it as I say”
Hugged he his mother tight
Poured before her, his unrest
And made her a sweet request
Mom, said the kid
I just touched the ball
Scorned was I by all
And what the lady said
Stop would she our bread
You, being my mother
Felt never I any bother
Go and scold them all
Trouble won’t they me ever
Troubled was his mother
Of how to convince her kid
That, what he said, if she did
How the family would she feed
The only thing she could say
From the mouth, made the words a way
Oh my son sweet
Its due to them we eat
Puzzled was the kid
On the mention of ‘them’
The only thing sad he felt
Didn’t for his help mom came
