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Caged Freedom

This poem of mine was published in the Freedom (August) issue of Tamarind Rice. Check it out here.

She woke up with a jolt
And was asked to clean the floor
Her tiny hands working swift
Doing chore after chore

The kids she helped dress
Were in orange, white and green
She wondered what was special
Definitely something she had not seen

As she polished the elder one's shoe
A tiny speck smeared her face
The innocent tots squealed and giggled
A choking gut was her only embrace

Her fragile body moved slowly
As she packed delicious lunch
Stuffing them for the others
Never daring to grab a munch

After the crowd was gone
She grabbed a fallen flag
Cleansing it on her dress
She sneaked it into her bag

This act caught the mistress' eye
She then beat her black and blue
Thief, thief she yelled and said
Slaps more and kicks a few

Discretely she wipes the tears
Her lips parched in thirst
The unkempt head spinning a reel
Emotions waiting to burst

The kids came back with joy
As she nibbled on a meager meal
Chores still she had to finish
Absolutely no time to heal

She looked up at the calendar
Trying to understand the date
Two years since she was here
Clearly with a broken fate

Fifteenth August made no difference
The store room was her kingdom
Days and months passed before her
But none brought her freedom

~ Soumya


  1. So many children face similar fate at the behest of people who can manage more money, but not enough time to do what is theirs to do.
    If only the implementation of child labour were a little more stringent.

    Strong post there!

    Blasphemous Aesthete

    1. Seriously. It hurts to see, hear or write about such things :(

  2. *Standing Applause*
    Awesomely written.

    As ^BA says, there are still a large number of people who share the same fate.
    If only we could change that, the world would be a better place to live in.

    1. Thank you Ajay.

      If only is the dreaded word here.

  3. Nicely written,its a pity that a child have to work in order to get the daily meals.
    Sadly,thats what happening in some part of the world.I hope one day they achieve their own freedom

  4. Even for a poetically challenged person like me, this is so beautiful. Pain and helplessness so wonderfully conveyed. I lose hope on things like 'Light at the end of the tunnel' and 'Silver lining on every cloud' sometimes.

    1. Glad you liked it :)

      And yes, lets keep up the hope.

  5. A very long way. Thanks for visiting :)


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