I saw a
street urchin on the road today
Playing with
a broken stick and a tyre
And I
thought
How simple
her world was
Not for her
the mysteries of science
Nor the
symphonies of Mozart
Not for her
the halls of stone
We read
about in books
To her our
world is complex
She will
never have a Facebook account
An d will be
married off at sixteen
I will wake
each day and go to office
Whilst she
lives and loves
Stricken
with poverty
Not for her
the promise of education
Nor a world
beyond the tea stall
Not for her
lavish birthday parties
I return
home at night with her on my mind
And I wonder
How we live
in the same world
With worlds
within
Each so
starkly different from each other
The Bilge Master
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