Review

My dear friends,

Very happy to inform you that our GLS family Reviewer honourable Mr Malaya Kumar Jati has done a great job of reviewing poem of today.

Today’s poem is by our celebrated honourable Poetess Rajani Mula

Hearty congratulations and best wishes to both.

Love and light,

Bhagirath Choudhary
Founder
Global Literary Society

Adorable poetess Rajani Mula ji,

Your extremely beautiful, undoubtedly realistic and stupendously evocative poem titled Clipped Wings spotlights the staggering tears of the children employed for manual work which is termed as physical tortures by our judiciary system.Children are hailed as incarnations of gods. So everyone worships them in the temples of their hearts with the flowers of love and affection. Alas! Some ogres force them to work mercilessly in return of a morsel of food and a paltry sum in many places.These gods of innocence lose the light of dreams, bury their desires to play and immolate their plain wish of freedom.The pangs of hunger have forced them to forget the green meadows and loving playgrounds where they play.They are miserable like the birds with broken wings with no vitality to soar high .Being unable to fly these tiny human birds are obliged to perch on the vicious branches of labour contractors or heartless scoundrels or hooligans who are called their masters now.Here in this poem the poetess in a heart-rending encapsulation narrates the untold stories of the children victimized to the exploitative attitudes of the upper class people of the society.The speaker of the poem is a child who longs for no luxuries or comforts of life.No amenities of life are the be all and the end all of the child.He just wants to live for the sake of living only.Yet it’s the irony of his fate which compelled him to open a strage gate of opportunity which brought him an ordeal of tortures in return.The child does not seek for any paradise yet he never longs for a hell,either.He is neither in search of “luxuries of life” nor any miseries are his soul intention.He neither wants to ” know tears of joy” nor does “demand fame in life”.He knows that he was born like a butterfly and with his “clipped wings” can’t fly yet longs for flying to taste the freedom of life.Thus the plight of the child is beggar’s description who is the symbol of many a child who are being exploited by many callous and rancorous merchants of sadness who give children numberless pains for their sefish gains.These sadists are so self-centered that they are not least moved by the predicaments of these orphans who find no other ways than to be exploited.The picture of children suffering eternally in the cruel clutches of the brutal fellows is pathetically potrayed in the poem.The need of the hour is our fight against this deep-rooted pagan system which brings pains and misries to the innocent children.The poetess successfully sketches the injustice shown to the tiny tots who must be left to enjoy playing or getting the blessings of education.

Kudos to you honourable poetess for composing such a magnificent poem of immortal nature to mirror the venomous tentacles of child labour in our current society.

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Clipped Wings

I may not live long
But I long to live before I die
I don’t know paradise
I may not ever go there
But hell isn’t ever longed by me
I don’t deserve pain endless
I don’t need luxurious life
I don’t know luxuries
But I am not meant for miseries
I don’t know tears of joy
I don’t demand fame in life
But tears of shame, I am not meant for
I don’t know knowledge rich
I starve badly for wisdom in your deeds
I can’t be victim of your greed
I am born as simple as a butterfly
I can’t fly with my wings clipped
I long to fly with the wings of freedom
Freeze me not with your hostility
I want to bloom like a blossom
Pinch me not when I am still bud
I want to sing like cuckoo
Seize not my sweet voice
I want to dance in the rain
Drown me not in endless pain
Let me live, let me live before I am dead!

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