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The Hand Behind The Roasted Brick - THE STORY FOUND AMONG THE TORN PAGES OF A CHILD LABOUR



On a fateful day, at a fateful time,
Took place the unfortunate birth of mine;        
I call it fateful because, from then on it was only hell that I could see,
I call myself unfortunate as no great heavens were waiting for me;

I don’t know where or to whom I was born,
My first vision of life started with a wakeup call by an automobile horn;
The Sun was my alarm and the moon my mattress,
The foot-path was my home and the sewage my play-place;
Begging turned out to be my profession,
I also acted a thief on some occasions.

It was on such rare occasions that I found the contractor,
Who caught me red-handed and taught me about character;
He hired me into his construction business,
And assigned me the job of taking care of the mess;
All I was supposed to do was to distribute tea among the workers,
And to cater in the canteen in the working hours;
But, I being a restless boy, could not just wait in the canteen
And so I ran throughout the construction building examining every machine;

The building became my school and the workers my tutors,
I learnt architecture, I learnt fitting,
I learnt cricket and I even learnt molding;
Soon I was the most loved person on the site,
Everybody would want me at his place to assist him when no one else is in sight;

For nine months I have worked so, with honesty and pride,
And finally presented it after keenly viewing it from side to side;
Today I have got no work at the site of construction,
As it is the day of the inauguration;
I stripped myself into the clothes; the contractor had presented me yesterday,
And with pride and confidence I walked through the crowd;
The place was bursting with visitors and celebrities,
And I could feel all the appreciation from the depths of my heart;
“In fact I have worked so hard for it and I deserve the appraise”,
Thinking so I have slowly passed the entrance with a bright beam,
When I suddenly heard a huge scream;
A large man never before found at the site came rushing to me,
Picked me off the floor and threw me;
I was startled for a moment and then I understood what it all means,
I almost forgot that the site is now a building,
And the entry for a road side beggar like me is not welcoming;
I cried at the sight of the blue uniform under the authoritative face,
Trying to shove me away from my own place;
I never had a home of my own,
And never had I gone to school;
My life has known nothing but bricks and clay,
I screamed at him at the peaks of my voice,
“The building might be looking gorgeous with its blue paint,
But deep within, the bricks still hold my finger-prints which shall never faint”.

My screams were heard by none but the contractor. He took me into his arms and consoled me. And that is how I turned out to be a professional builder from being a child labor working for his daily wages.






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