Lost Spring
{She works in the bangle factory, he works in glass factory. But who and why?}
In the race of charm,
we ignored the harm
to those little tattered hands,
who worked hard to get a piece of bread
And we lived the life of pinks and reds
while they starved on stone beds
The flowers of childhood withered
in the furnaces.
The eyes which lost their bright
who stole their blossom?
In the hunt for sapphires
we let them juggle in fire
In the greed of wealth,
we kicked them to sacrifice their health.
In the race of materialism,
have we forgotten humanism?
-Aashi Gupta
The Stormy Ink
