by Raghav R
A poem about children having to carry heavy load of bag to school.
Beast of burden everyone calls me,
It’s fine, I’ll let it be,
For I’m after all a donkey
And loads are not hauled by a monkey.
From the time I stood on my legs,
They loaded me with everything but eggs;
I’m old and now near blind,
Yet my master is very unkind,
He loads me till my legs tremble-
Yes, on me, who is very humble-
And drives me to the pond or the lake,
He doesn’t realize how I ache.
One day I found a boy young
With a huge bag on his back slung,
Walking alongside in pain
Resulting from physical strain;
The boy was bound for school,
It was nothing but cruel
To make the boy so young
To carry a bag that his back stung.
His load seemed as heavy as mine-
Alas! Too young for a boy of nine,
He was bent double by the weight
And he made a pitiable sight.
I had begun to believe in the thought
That carrying the burden was my lot
And I was the only one on the earth
To do so right from birth,
But all this changed in a while
When I heard the boy’s muffled wail,
I heard him cursing his fate
Which made him carry the weight.
I’m not the only one on the earth
To carry heavy loads from birth,
So why should I curse my lot
And make my blood boiling hot.
I pity the young child
Whose back to the weight did grudgingly yield
And made him much like me
A beast of burden to be.