Bonded child laborers are children working against debt taken by themselves or their family members, or working against any social obligation without or with the children’s consent, under conditions that restrain their freedom and development, making them vulnerable to physical and other forms of abuse, and depriving them of their basic rights. - CWA Task Force on Bonded Child Labor, October 2001
His hands are gripping
the bars of discrimination;
Yet, his hopeful eye stares
at the world, pleading
through his serene lips,
an appeal to free him.
It’s been ages
since he has last seen
the visage
of the world outside.
Life is more
like a death there.
He can no longer breathe
just to survive.
The only mode of his recreation,
is hoping against the hope.
Can anyone predict,
the fate of his faith?
Can anyone measure,
the faith of his fate?
But often, he daydreams,
imagining himself in the school
he used to go, now, no more.
When he remember those days,
confusion is all he gets, and
he cries till his tears run dry.
He is the bonded labor
and he couldn’t do anything
but pray that hopefully,
he would again go back
to the school like he used to.
Copyright 2004 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Reviews of "His hands are gripping the bars of discrimination"
Reviewed by Simon Thurlow (Reader)
Reviewed on March 12, 2004
Deeply touching poem about the plight that so many children endure but that few of us choose to see. Thankyou Bhuwan
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2004
Bhuwan....you sure do know how
to touch the heart...this poem
tugged at mine...simply wonderful
writing about a sad situation..
I admire how you love children..
I do too....floria
Can anyone predict,
the fate of his faith?
Can anyone measure,
the faith of his fate?
Powerful lines, Sad but true!
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2004
I agree with Robert. Abuse of any kind is not to be tolerated. Sad thing is it happens all the time and some just call it the duty of the child to the family........
Excellent poem! It brakes my heart -- just knowing it is true. Thanks for caring enough to bring this to us.
Carmen
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2004
Heartbreaking.
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 9, 2004
Bhuwan, this picture and what it represents is a shame on any community in the world; anywhere this practice exists. Created by mans greed and desire to dominate others. How shameful. Bill
Such a painful write, my friend. There are so many cruelties against children, and we must speak out until people listen and take action to force change. We MUST. Thank you for speaking out! Blessed be the children.
Bhuwan my heart is sore, and my tears flow as I pray for relief for your country from the scourge of this practice.It's a wonderful write on a terrible topic.I'm glad you shared it.
Oh how sad and heart-breaking this was Bhuwan, and worse to know its true, excellent and outstanding,
Reindeer
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2004
Bhuwan,
OH this touched me deeply Poet.
The cruility that children must
take one and this is so powerful...
Makes one so upset.....
Thank you for bringing reality home.....
Love n Luck always lady Peg
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on March 8, 2004
It has been a practice in this part of the world...I remember seeing pic of an eight year old guy from Kolkata who earns 50 rupees per day collecting rags,,,such pictures are shame for any community...POWERFUL write, as always Bhuwan!
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
to touch the heart...this poem
tugged at mine...simply wonderful
writing about a sad situation..
I admire how you love children..
I do too....floria
the fate of his faith?
Can anyone measure,
the faith of his fate?
Powerful lines, Sad but true!
Carmen
Life can be so cruel!!
Love & very Warm Hugs Tinka
Many hugs,
Tami
Reindeer
OH this touched me deeply Poet.
The cruility that children must
take one and this is so powerful...
Makes one so upset.....
Thank you for bringing reality home.....
Love n Luck always lady Peg
Debashish