Little Hands Poem by Nosheen Irfan

Very well done. There are so many injustices in our world.

I am reading Oliver Twist for a third time. Little hands that should be held sweetly, little minds that should be playfully humming a nursery song. Your poem says more to me than all of the preaching poems of inequality written by well meaning people. The contrast of the tender little hands and the brick kiln, the dirty cotton cloth used again and again. Something more than mere begging. A flag to wave on your windscreen to let you know that they are alive and in need. The soil, the grease, the contrast of the broom and the doll. All so beautifully heartbreaking........

It is so painful to see small children slogging like slaves to earn a living at a time when they should be playing with toys! A mother who brings up a child knows how much she feels when her children fall sick. How many dishes she makes to satisfy her child that has lost its appetite! Think of the poor children who are ill fed and who have to work hard, never properly loved by a mother! You have beautifully and thoughtfully picked up typical scenes and strung them into a catchy poem to draw the attention of the readers to a gruesome issue of our society namely child labour! A sure 10

Excellent. I don't know why I have become a fan of your poetry. You have a great way of expressing things. I sincerely appreciate your choice of diction.. great!

Poverty forces the children to work, ideally it's wrong but what's the remedy?

Nosheen, Heart-rending. Tears well up and I bow my head to you.

Any expectations in terms of financials from child is indeed a crime, they need time to learn and grow yet our needs, wants and desires all work as roadblock to their innocence. May the better sense prevail and may every child live the same carefree, workfree life.

A beautiful poem, indeed! It's such a great shame when children have suffer hardship! Thanks for sharing, Nosheen!