http://slow.writerscafe.org/Suvaiba The original writings of author S en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041342 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This poem addresses the social evil of Child Labor in my country, India. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suvaiba/1791422/ ~This is for a section of society who are nothing less than warriors, brutally facing all battles with ease.~ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suvaiba/1791415/ Could you bring him back to me?My first wall of protection,Against my mother’s wrath.My first teacher,My philosopher.And the walking cauldron of knowledge by my side,The transcendental amalgamation of both a comrade and a father in a strideMetamorphosis,Phases and ageing of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suvaiba/1791404/ The mirror would crack, she thought;The image would turn into oblivion,Or worse, the reflection would suffer demise in transition.Seven years passed.Sadly, with the years, the grief did not;Nor did the facts ever faced changes.The proceeding begins every day in an almost mechanical f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suvaiba/1791402/ A short hem line,A deep neck line,Flashing shades, heels and boots,And without knowing what’s inside her heart and soul,She is tagged as a temptress or better a w***e.Still captured in the shackles of fabrics and lengths,Covering the dirt with long cloaks,The filth with longe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suvaiba/1791207/ She burnt her shabby hut with her dead father’s freezing corpse inside it, slowly embracing flames. Consumed in the fire and turned into ashes, not just the flesh of the dead and the wooden chips, supporting the old dilapidated structure which was her home for 20 years, but even her ve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Suvaiba/1791206/