Growing Children! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

He is playing with himself, just running around,
When his mothers is busy with shampoo and the heads,
His father is engrossed in coloring each strand of hair,
The saloon is noisy with the music of a woman mewing,
Blowers, dryers and air condition send the decibels as roars,
The smell of ammonia and scents of soaps betrothed,
Where the owner's little boy was conceived in a room,
Though he is five, he is as small as three,
The Mother has to wash the hair of people to feed,
The Father has to dye and blow to earn a living,
Both pairs of eyes are at the entrance,
To look for the arrival of the next customers,
That little is growing in the saloon attached,
With a room functions as living and bed room,
He is inquisitive of each and every object,
Touches the switches with no fear of threat,
Hides under the table to remove the rubber suckers,
Wears the boots of the mother as a fun seeker
Walks around the chairs as roller coaster,
Puts the hair clips to the dull banners,
Bored of doing these, he runs to the parents,
A scream is heard, the walking is stopped.
the weeping of a child under the dark clouds,
Millions of little children are growing in hardship,
With no one to love, hug and say words of sweets,
While their parents are at work, thinking.
Of bright future for them and their families,
When their children are left unattended psychologically,
Reading the world through the cruel examples,
Of negligence as the way of life to continue.