Wiping off his eyes every time the pearls dropped, Tried to calm himself but his tears couldn't be stopped, Damping the satin ribbon of the gold medal he won, He had bagged for topping the annual sports competition.
That he could not produce before his freaking out mother, As she held his worrisome mark sheet in hands to bother, The maths paper suggested, 'tables' need to be fixed with a hammer, English pointed out that phonics need to be glued, attention needs the grammar.
Exhausted his mother, tried all the possible ways to teach, But those 'tables' and 'spellings' never got within his reach, The feel of the examination hall made him forget all that he had learnt, Fetching marks and surviving the competition wasn't less than a stunt.
All of a sudden, his mom knocked his bedroom door, He rushed to open, dropping his medal on the floor, She asked, "Did you have your tiffin in the school today?" "To which he replied, "yes mom I did, I do it everyday."
"But the food was a bit spicy, you could have left it", she said, To which he replied, "But if the tiffin came back as it is, you would've felt bad", She was in tears and all of a sudden her eyes hit the floor, There lied a gold medal, seeking her attention, near the door.
She lifted it up and enquired, " Why didn't you show this earlier?" He exclaimed, "You already had the mark sheet stating I couldn't clear!" Bursting into tears, she kissed the medal, knelt down to hug her tiny star, She wondered, "Why do parents set a bar when kids love them the way they are."
The pendulum of time never retires to swing,
With every set of 'to and fro', it has novice culture to bring,
With the floaters of modernisation on to survive the global ocean,
We are constantly being trapped into the whirlpool of devastation.
The Skipping ropes and Spinning tops are like long lost species,
Aren't found anywhere, those Chess and Ludo boards and their attractive pieces,
No tiny fingers count the stars, chase the birds, build castles at the sea shore,
The jigsaw puzzles lie unsolved, marbles don't seem to be interesting anymore.
The sea saw, the swings, the slides and butterflies, the lilies and daisies in the park,
Yearn but find those innocent eyes that beheld them once, with an amazing spark,
The remote control of television sets, smart phones and laptops are controlling our kids rendering them inactive,
Games like hide and seek, lock and key, hopscotch and catch - catch have none to hold them up, cease to live.
One of the biggest markets of the world trades childhood and innocence,
We throw our hard - earned money just to buy these addictions, utter nuisance,
Enwrapped in happiness is the poison of depression, stress, anaemia and anxiety,
In the attempt to raise techno competitive horses, we are breeding donkeys, in reality.
The tug of war between the traditional and modern games is being won by the latest, Still as parents, jointly we can turn the table, serve our children's interest,
Enlivening ancient games and deviating them from the very begining, May help us win the battle, throw these traders out at once, out of the ring.
In the scenes of family, children with these situations tend to lead a broken childhood. They may grow up to do great things, but they're much less privileged than those with loving families. No matter your religion, your race, your gender identity, please help you pray (as a form of hope, not religion) for these children's happiness.
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How long will it be a FarCry for us?? Can't they deserve a bit of smile , Can't their tears be wiped? Can we not interpret the agony of these little hearts Have we become the unscrupulous lots...or is there still some reminiscent of humanity within us?? Was it a mistake or destiny's design? Their only mistake was, destiny didnot give them a choice.... And they welcomed it ,as their rule book of life... Unheard cries for a meal became a way to survive Without a complain they knew how to live, Can't the comforting hands be the least,people can give? How long will be say the fault lie on the stars? It's now or never, These bravehearts do deserve to heal their scars... If we can conquer the mighty space, Can't we eradicate the childhood hunger and save our blooming human race.❤️