They are six innocent Rag Pickers Photographed by me just outside my gate early in the morning on Shivratri day..The boy in the red pullover told me that his name was Tinku Master . They had set out for their Rag picking work at 7AM on a chilly morning . Back home their mothers had left to work as domestic helps . They live in a Jhuggi near by. I asked Tinku Master .
“ Kahan Ke Rehne waale Ho “
“Bangaal ”
“School Nahin Jaate Ho ”
“ Ischool Ka Fees Amma Nahin Deti Hai ”
Who shall bring them toys and lull them to the warm lap motherly affection? .Looking at them as a group, i was reminded of a similar situation depicted in Urdu Novel "Foot Path ke Farishte " by Krishen Chander.Looking at Tinku Master's face , i was remeinded of a couplet of Allama .
QAID E MAUSAM SE TABIYAT RAHEE AZAD USKI
KAASH GULSHAN ME SAMAJHATAA KOI FARIYAAD USKI
( Allama Iqbal )
“Unmoved by passing season’s change ,
The songster sits and sings alone ,
Wish there were in this garden someone ,
Who could understand his moan.!”
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Mota Sahib,
ReplyDeleteThis is the harsh reality in India. We have on one side extreme poverty and on the other side billionares/ millionares. Who will bridge the gap. we dont have laeders amongst us who can lead a mass movement, resulting in naxalism, extremeism etc.
Poetry is beautiful and conveys much.
Tinku Master was naughty but innocent . Thanx
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