On my way back…

I was heading back home this morning by train, when,
A lady enters our compartment with two small children,

She squats down with her drum, and begins to nonchalantly sing,
While beckoning both her kids towards her and handing them each a ring,

Together then, the kids, they cartwheel across the breadth of the compartment, to and fro, to and fro,
Before they rhetorically begin asking for money from the people in there, row by row,

My friend and I, when the kids come to us with palms extended, we ask them if they’d like to study, if they’d like to go to a school,
But the mother sneaks in on us and says, “Educating them would be nothing but a ridicule,

We’ve been on the streets for generations now, and this is how we’ve been taught to earn our bread,
So spare them your sermons, give us your money instead.”

Education, unfortunately, isn’t as easily accessible as it is perceived to be, it is a bargain for some, some make it their business, some deem it chaste,
But how we look at it envisages the dreams we choose to chase.

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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