Voice of the Un-heard
Tears are the Unspoken words which comes directly from the heart. They say those things which even words can't express.
Few weeks back i had experienced the power of tears which makes me shiver even today.Every moment it makes me realize that i am the only reason for their tears. This is what i don't want to carry throughout my life..THE GUILT IS STILL THERE..EMBEDDED DEEP INSIDE THE CRUST OF MY HEART.. I just wanted to be the reason of their Smile..but..but..
Actually..during my internships at Allahabad,i came across the biggest truth which India as a whole is carrying along for years.Its the hunger..the scream..the pain of a child for FOOD Clothing and Shelter..The basic necessity of life..
About 10 to 15 families from Sonbhadra, largest district of Uttar Pradesh,India had migrated to Allahabad or rather i can say that they had been forced to leave their home and land. Now their condition is worst than Street dogs [Very sorry for using this kind of language but its the reality]..Each Family carry at least 3 kids,age around 5 to 10 years including some aged family members and all of them had to stay at the road side where their is no room for shelter etc.
Looking at their pathetic condition i had decided to raise their voice against the atrocities they were facing in Sonbhadra but, as i was just an intern, My words were also thrown away in the darkness. I felt very helpless that time..I had even request them to publish the news regarding their pathetic condition and the problems which they were facing at the Home place but no one stood up for me..no one..
While interacting with these families i came to know that some of the power pact people of their district were dictating their own undue terms and conditions,which made them to leave their homes.They even prevented them to take drinking water from their Well,this touched my heart..How can a person be so rude.
Now the roadside small plants are their hangers for theirs wet clothes..The sky is their Roof..The passing by people are their mode of entertainment..The roadside is their living area for day time and bed for nights..But now i can't or rather must not mention their other necessary daily routines..It must be unethical from my part.
Their wet eyes carrying lots of rays of hope, questions me every moment..
Its sad but true that still many people around us doesn't get serious in such topics..Its true that we all must enjoy our life to fullest, but if can give just 20 percent of our precious time in raising such issues then we can make them smile as well..
Please try and be the VOICE OF SUCH UN-HEARD..
Few weeks back i had experienced the power of tears which makes me shiver even today.Every moment it makes me realize that i am the only reason for their tears. This is what i don't want to carry throughout my life..THE GUILT IS STILL THERE..EMBEDDED DEEP INSIDE THE CRUST OF MY HEART.. I just wanted to be the reason of their Smile..but..but..
Actually..during my internships at Allahabad,i came across the biggest truth which India as a whole is carrying along for years.Its the hunger..the scream..the pain of a child for FOOD Clothing and Shelter..The basic necessity of life..
About 10 to 15 families from Sonbhadra, largest district of Uttar Pradesh,India had migrated to Allahabad or rather i can say that they had been forced to leave their home and land. Now their condition is worst than Street dogs [Very sorry for using this kind of language but its the reality]..Each Family carry at least 3 kids,age around 5 to 10 years including some aged family members and all of them had to stay at the road side where their is no room for shelter etc.
Looking at their pathetic condition i had decided to raise their voice against the atrocities they were facing in Sonbhadra but, as i was just an intern, My words were also thrown away in the darkness. I felt very helpless that time..I had even request them to publish the news regarding their pathetic condition and the problems which they were facing at the Home place but no one stood up for me..no one..
While interacting with these families i came to know that some of the power pact people of their district were dictating their own undue terms and conditions,which made them to leave their homes.They even prevented them to take drinking water from their Well,this touched my heart..How can a person be so rude.
Now the roadside small plants are their hangers for theirs wet clothes..The sky is their Roof..The passing by people are their mode of entertainment..The roadside is their living area for day time and bed for nights..But now i can't or rather must not mention their other necessary daily routines..It must be unethical from my part.
Their wet eyes carrying lots of rays of hope, questions me every moment..
Its sad but true that still many people around us doesn't get serious in such topics..Its true that we all must enjoy our life to fullest, but if can give just 20 percent of our precious time in raising such issues then we can make them smile as well..
Please try and be the VOICE OF SUCH UN-HEARD..
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