An Unheard Voice # 2 Poem by mithilesh yadav

At the speed of bus decreased with brakes
Just to slown down to pause persey

It was enough to be seen by those little eyes...
Thin but intangible personality enters into bus...

Suddenly he becomes center of attraction...
Ye just now he won ha race of life and death...

And happiness of same can be seen on his face..
Though he has won this won but a neglected part of human race...

Well everyone in bus is moreover happy to see him..
Especially those children who are not much elder to his age..

But they enjoy a legacy of god..
To be born in such houses who can afford there study and toys...

Some one like our unheard hero..
Is forced in life's struggle age before he understands..

As it is winter now he has some nicely roasted peanuts in his small hands..
Though I remember till last month it was water bags.....

Those small hands which should had been with books and toys..
Those small hands which should had been in her parents hands..

It is voice of a small vendors underage, under paid running in our buses...
And slapping a question on our civilised society's face...

A question of basic rights of a childs in such countries...
A slapping question of basic love needed by child from human societies..