Childhood
Born not
with a silver spoon,
unclothed and unfed, I sought
for food every forenoon.
And I always thought
when every child played,
unkempt and untaught
day and night I toiled.
With soiled clothes and dreams bright
sometimes, I woke up with a fright
and sometimes with a new hope-
a new dawn and a smiling spring,
with school books and no labour to cope
and endearing happiness in every swing.
Copyright©2011Rizvana Parveen
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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