A small hand

A small hand 11.12.08
My papa sent me off to big town to earn some money for my home
where my baby siblings and mom were waiting helplessly for the alms
which I and my papa earn working day and night
working like a pair of robots, round the clock without least respite

I saw no love in my master’s eyes, he only shouted and screamed
he only made me work, never letting me play or read like his children did
nor did he gave me candies or dresses when he brought for them
never did I felt their caring hands on my burning forehead when I was sick

my days started with the crow and ended when the world slept
my food was your left over, my clothe was your neglect
I grew up hating the world because it scorned when I wept
then life changed, my toils brought my harvest

one day I was sitting on my porche when you came
begging for a job or a handful of food for your family
you did not recognized me, but you looked the same
I called my servant, asked him to feed you and your family