Sathya Babu Poet Monorhyme

Sweat From the Young

This once soft hands sows the seed
in soil and sun on farm fields we deed,
lads like me sweat hard and we are a creed
each has a story that makes heart bleed.

away from study and play we work to feed
poverty stricken my toil is a dire need,
when all our deed yields to succeed
it fills the coffers of my landlord’s  greed.

Is there a pesticide to kill the poverty weed
a spray to root out the lack till we are freed,
this once soft hands and heart makes this plead.


9-April-2016
Contest: Images that make you think
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Poet Destroyer A April 27, 2016 at 9:46 PM Sathya, Congratulations on your " Images that make you think WIN." Always ~LINDA~

Andrea Dietrich April 15, 2016 at 6:19 PM Nice to see what you came up with. Congrats in this contest.

Laura Leiser April 14, 2016 at 9:54 PM Congrats on your win, Sathya:)

Sara Kendrick April 9, 2016 at 1:01 PM Very emotive work..I can feel the pain in the lines..As I look down at my very damaged hands, I think these are not damaged compared to others in other countries who have to work so hard for so little..Thanks for dropping by my page with congrats..Sara Sathya Babu April 9, 2016 at 7:56 PM Thanks for your comments. Agree, Child labor is a very big issue es.p in places where the poverty is acute.