by Sunil Sharma
The
Tiny
Dark
Girl
Hardly
Seven,
Carries
Her
Famished
Crying
Five-year-old
Sister
On
Her
Slim
Back
Encased
In
A
Torn
Frock,
To
The
School
Distant
Caring
And
Loving
For
Her
Little
Daily
Burden,
And
Forced
To
Become
A
Concerned
Mother
At
A
Tender
Age
To
Her
Crying
Sibling,
Forgetting
Her
Own
Pain.
From:
Sunil Sharma
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Freelance journalist, academic, writer and poet, Sunil is from India and published poems, fiction and a novel. He is also literary editor, reviewer, interviewer and critic. He is a bilingual writer who deals with current Indian realities and a globalised world and its impact on his country.
Last updated September 22, 2011