I was born in a poor family,
But as the first male child loved immensely.
My parents worked day and night,
But never kept me out of sight.
I felt my life was rocking,
As I learnt walking.
I could move here and there,
My mother loved me with her care.
Often I heard my parents say,
I am their hope and future ray.
They saved every penny for my school,
Fasting and saving as a rule.
I had also dreamt to help them when I grow,
Retire them and work in a row.
My mother will then, wear clothes new,
Her hands tremble now when she sew.
My father breaks the rock with hammer,
Hearing abusive of contractor he stammer.
One day I will build a house for them,
Keep them happy as much as I can.
My goals were now all set,
The heavy rains were making our hut so wet.
As I walked out of my home,
I slipped in a ditch dark alone.
Save me, I cried in shriek,
But being so small my voice was bleak.
The manhole engulfed me so soon,
It was all dark and no moon.
I was breathless and numb,
Could not understand all so dumb.
Within hours I died, my body lying,
My heart stopped, my brain heard parents crying.