Four Shifts Of Childhood

Four Shifts Of Childhood short poem

Uploaded by Kishan Negi

Never saw the face of my begetter
And will never know who is my mother
I am a childhood of seven years old
Who wanders from one road to another road
From one street to another street
Now all streets and roads are my friends
And call me vagabond

Early morning I am seen on garbage dump
Collecting waste items with friends
With no breakfast and tea
And begins my first shift

In the afternoon I am seen at bus stand
Polishing shoes of wayfarer
I feel happy when they pay for my hard work
And begins my second shift

In the evening I am seen in a tea stall
Cleaning defiled utensils
Being scolded by owner frequently
And begins my third shift

At night I am seen at railway station
Carrying load of passengers on my back
Also helping them in many ways
And begins my fourth and last shift

Innocent childhood performs four professions
In four different shifts
My childhood is not an MBA
But manages every profession
Very tactfully, efficiently and nimbly
And always enthusiastic and zealous

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