Poet Lady Katz: new forum reply to Child Labour

New reply from Susan Katz

<p>Thank you for submitting this very emotional, well written poem.  Since I have already chosen the poem for this week, I will add your poem into the submissions for next week.  Hoping you have a very lovely, creative day, Susan</p>


Original Post by poetessaura

Child Labour

<p><span style="font-size: 27.44px;"><b>Child Labour</b></span></p>
<p><strong>The one who got a chance to get out of the ghettos,</strong></p>
<p><b>The one who was instructed to always be on her toes,</b></p>
<p><b>Was, insouciantly, lurking on the lush, virescent Meadows,</b></p>
<p><b>only to loose control over her will; being childish and playing with Shadows.</b></p>
<p><b>Spirits don't cast them: she was aware of the fact.</b></p>
<p><b>Thinking of a peaceful departure, she kept her believe intact.</b></p>
<p><b>Her aesthetic writing was shouting; the signature on the pact.</b></p>
<p><b>She was exquisite than her handwriting; her ideas were abstract.</b></p>
<p><b>She was exploited for years, but what to extract?</b></p>
<p><b>She was a victim of inhumane treatment, to be exact!</b></p>
<p><b> </b></p>
<p><b>She moved out of the bushes only to see an angel coming on land.</b></p>
<p><b>With sudden blaze she hung aloft, holding some clothes in her hand.</b></p>
<p><b>Soon the little girl was dressed beautifully in that sleek, sooty grey gown.</b></p>
<p><b>The angel vanished, leaving behind, a weeny, royal crown.</b></p>
<p><b>A white collar along with a black band went round his waist.</b></p>
<p><b>She decided to admire her first, not to make haste.</b></p>
<p><b>She danced on the green grass and smelled the petrichor.</b></p>
<p><b>She felt every inch of the life that she longed for.</b></p>
<p><b> </b></p>
<p><b>Later, she paid heed to the signary,</b></p>
<p><b>which read: This is your chance to get your soul free.</b></p>
<p><b>She agreed to it and her hairs become straight from frizzy.</b></p>
<p><b>She dosed off while she felt somewhat a little bit dizzy.</b></p>
<p><b>Alas! This world has again made a child suffer.</b></p>
<p><b>By heartlessly creating a child labour!</b></p>
<p><b>But the nature was happy for her, happy was the heavenly spirit.</b></p>
<p><b>As through all the vision she enjoyed her part that she didn't inherit.</b></p>