The Ragpicker Boy

Xavier Bage By Xavier Bage, 20th Dec 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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I saw a boy of ten carrying a sack on his back in the city market. He was in sharp contrast with the well dressed children of his age just behind him.

Childhood Held by a Garbage Heap

Who is the little boy with a sack
On his rag covered back
With hunger and lack
Written on his face
His dark complexion
Speaks of hard work done
In the society, liked by none
In a smelly smutty place

Cuts and bruises on his feet
Tied with a dirty torn sheet
Risking glass, nails and heat
Wrapped in deathly balls
For a morsel of cheap rice
Such a howling heavy price
He throws on daily game of dice
To answer life’s challenging calls

What is a school or a dream?
What is a class or a team?
What is a cake topped with cream?
His life is held by the garbage heap
His father is not on the earth
His mother toils and tends the hearth
He’s carrying his human birth
To vend it on the street cheap


Kings and queen come and go
His lot is to remain low
Whichever way the winds blow
He sleeps on the cold floor
The fence has umpteen holes
Supported by rickety poles
He is visited by moles
Lady Luck never opens the door.

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Boy, Child, Child Labour, Childhood, Father Mother, Garbage, Poverty

Meet the author

author avatar Xavier Bage
social worker, physician, teacher - would like to write on social life, health, homeopathy, family, children, spirituality- like to write short essays, short stories, poems

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
20th Dec 2012 (#)

Poignant and heart rending - siva

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author avatar irenen1
20th Dec 2012 (#)

As bad as you think your life is...

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author avatar Stella Mitchell
22nd Dec 2012 (#)

As the old adage says . There but by God's grace , go I .
Bless you

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author avatar Robb714
24th Dec 2012 (#)

That's what I was going to say, Stella!

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