In Indian mythology
Brahma is regarded as father of biology
He is the writer of our fate
And opens the gate of joy & sorrow for every vertebrate.
Childhood, adulthood and old age
Are the seasons of life in his cage
No man can live with age
If Brahma is in rage.
Like spring is the King of earthly season
Childhood is the age of vision
It is the best creation of the Almighty
As this when the thoughts come most brightly.
If this is the gift of God
Then who are we to deny His nod
And ask a child to wash
Our plates and eat the left-over dish.
Science can kill a life
But can never return a husband his dead wife
What science we talk of
When a child is kicked off.
For not doing a job
Satisfactory to the mob.
Articles are formulated
By lawmakers well talented
That a child below fourteen
Cannot work in a factory of tin
Failure of which will be a legal sin.
The rules are just written with pen
Actually there are fourteen children in their own den
Who work day and night
To make their life full of light.
Child labour is a crime
But how many of us give time
To think of this evil with importance prime?
They who work are poor of penny
But are we poor of money
For which we spoil a child’s age of honey?
Who are we to direct this drama
Where a child regularly lives in trauma
Are we Shiva, Vishnu, or Brahma????