Bangalore, India
| Crackers crackers every where | Oh! blossoming child in the dust |
Make your Festival of lights very gay,
People enjoy with immense joy,
Fail to think of the many frail girl or boy.
Frail bodied creatures like me work,
Bending many hours for little perks,
Our distant cry the people shirk,
concern and love a far cry,
Because of my accident of birth.
We weep to see your dreadful plight.
Born to toil from morn to night,
Inhuman souls view this very light.
People's slogans are of great heights,
words and actions of their's carry no weight,
No voice to speak or power to fight,
Make your sweet life miserable and tight.
We pledge to redeem your right,
Hope to make your life bright,
Lead you from darkness to light,
Smile on your faces back is a beautiful sight.
I was a carpet weaver,
I was thrown out of my constant fever,
Beautiful carpets I wove all day,
With the colours of rainbow looking very gay.
Choked and coughed, lungs full of fluff,
Wounds in the fingers became sluff,
Enough to weave you an exquisite Carpet.
repairing vehicles became panic,
Destined to carry hammers and spanners,
Inturn ill health made me chronic.
Forced to work till morn to night,
To get basic needs is a great fight,
I put my life at slight,
To give you a ride of supersonic.
Vimanapura High School
Bangalore, India
