Children Day

Children Day

Children Day



Neither shower of blessings nor smiles in coloured wrappers,

Rather a call for contest; who would survive!

Every day goes like children day only,

Just not with smiles but working as a daily labour,

at times a greasy mechanic or as a factory worker,

Sometimes a servant or a maid,

As if fancy dress competition of the day!



After grinding childhood each day,

a tough night fall, a gloomy dark night in which,

talks of faith, hopes and dreams huddled around us,

and we find our secret desires to have a toy, a balloon,

A dream where we would enter and ceaselessly play,

Until dawn exhausted to bear bitter truth of our life

that “ we are not child anymore.”


Our children day carries threats of losing innocence,

In place of toffee and gifts,

No matter whether boy or girl!

We are very much needed at the work site,

All look for us,

Small hands have taken up the gauntlet.

A call for contest, who would survive last!



The world we know around us is cruel enough,

To trample across our heart

None can understand silence of withered lips

Nobody get time to see a pair of thoughtful eyes,

Wounded our soft emotion still we celebrate each day

As we move on in our life.

Do labour for hours and hours as if outset of celebration

Celebration for a meal, a promise for existence!



Nitusmita Saikia
Nitusmita Saikia

By profession, an instructor in National Cadet Corps, Nitusmita writes both in English and in her regional language (Assamese).She has been writing poetry for E –magazines like FM Online Magazine since last two years. Her poems have been published in various anthologies under, WWW.Realisticpoetry.Com “why Poetry Matters” under Ardus Publication Germany, “A Bouquet of Verse, volume-2” “A Divine Madness, An Anthology of Modern Love Poetry volume 3, volume 5”, Anthology “Symphony of Peace “under 10thIPF JKC College Guntur, India , regional anthology ‘HazarKobirSapun’

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