Dreams of Dew
The slender blades of upright grass look up
To the unfurled sky dawning the day
Over the unmowed meadow
Their tips holding the pearly drops of dew
Sparkling in the glow of the rising sun
I see in them the faces of the children of fate
Lighted by the smile of residual innocence
Although for them their sun rises
With no promise of purpose
For it has already set in the dark horizon of future.
The drops of dew don’t bejewel the grass
They wash the dirt of our times
Trampled they fall uncared and soiled
Disappear ignored and abandoned
In the glare of the blazing day
The dreams of dew die premature.
It pains me it hurts me
To see their blank colorless hearts
Losing the hue of joy of youthful splendor
Flowing in tears to the drowning shadow of obscurity
Nobody helps to hold the hands
Nobody cares to show the shore.
Before my sun finally sets
I want to give its remaining rays
To the sunless dews for them to glow in their time
I want to drip the last drop of fluid empathy
From my heart so their innocent smile doesn’t dry
I want to show the children of deprivation
The dreams of dew
The dreams that never die.
June 5, 2018
(This is in protest against child labor)
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