The Little Seller | A poem that questions the education of today

I daily see a poor boy standing near the open school gates to sell cotton candies. The most juxtaposing thing is that the child labor is shamelessly continuing in front of the open school gates and nobody is ready to question it.

Even the teachers who are well educated don't even try to lament upon it an in addition mock on him and his bad habits that he is addicted to cigars and pan and sadly I'm too was one of the teachers. Then one question stroked me that "Is the education that taught me meek that it can't question the inequality or educate the marginalised???"

Standing at the school gates

Staring to get them opened

Shouldering the unusual baton

With colourful Cotton candies

The school bell mildly rings

Flooding children to the streets

Now the little seller bell rings

With a smile on his pale face

Colourful is his cotton candies

He greets everyone with smiles,

Gives the colourful candy they seek

But no one asks the meek seller

Of what does he seek?

The school bell mildly rings

With sounds of laughter

Collecting the books for home works

The little seller bell dilutes

With distress in his eyes

Counting the money from his pockets

Strong is "his" baton

That withstands winds

But degrades juvenile lives

Meek has become "the pen"

That hasn't understood their lives

Failing to break the chains

- Pity Parker