Thorns Strewn Road Ahead
Grief-stricken people are lost and broken souls who take ages to revamp their lives. Every day I have been witnessing such deprived souls on road pavements where they somehow earn their meager earnings. Today, I couldn't keep my eyes off from one of the dirt stricken ladies whose eyes welled with tears due to her plight.
That sight made me realize to pen a post on this topic. However hard we may try to remove them from this quagmire, our efforts would be in vain as only they could help themselves. They need proper guidance from someone who could understand them and can work in their interest.
A sliver of light is required in their dark surroundings to wade through the worst happenings in their life and make it like heaven.
Their state made them despicable humans with whom no one wants to talk. We always fail to understand that there is a part of our life which is not in our control, however hard we may try to improve it. Who would want to lead a life of a waif where each moment becomes hell?
Have you ever wondered what life on the pavement would be? What do they mean by sanitation? How tough life becomes to sustain oneself on the leftover of others? To not have a right to buy one's clothes and to cover oneself with the outcasted clothes of others?
The tears are now dried in their eyes, that the duct from which it passes forgets it's functioning.
Everyone wishes to rest on a bed of roses. No one wishes to walk on a road full of thorns. Sometimes they bring wrath upon themselves by committing a crime in frustration with their life. But who would understand and devote resources to bring them to their senses?
They couldn't bear much humidity, and they take a long respite from a day's slogging amidst road. For which they become prey of drunk drivers huge fast-moving vehicles. Their life is doomed to such an extent that they don't realize how valuable one's life is. It would take ages for them to come to their senses and sense danger in each step of this journey.
They are willing to sacrifice their entire wealthless empire to the ones who could rescue them from this ruin.
Their babies are the most unfortunate angels who dangle on a piece of cloth wherever they could find branches. While growing up instead of being properly fed and educated, they would opt for being child labor. They get busy supporting their families with full might.
If successful in labor, they then lead their flourishing business in full-swing. If not then they, languish in a gutter, with a cheap bottle which leads them to a stupor state. One such helpless soul was wandering in train compartments for a meager alms to fix his right hand's limb.
Wanderers in search of nothing is like digging a mountain without any gains in the form of minerals and jewels.
That man would be full of skills and talent where he could make a proper use to earn a decent living for himself. But circumstances never allowed him to know his true potential and let him in the state which he is now without earning or being recognized for his body of work.
According to me, a task force should be created to address the problems which they face and should come up with constructive solutions. Employment opportunities should be created by teaching new skills to them. Institutions should come forward and create programs for the betterment of all their family members.
If asked then answered, if answered, then should strategize, if strategized then should be executed and if executed; then the days of the happy living are not far away.
-Penned by Tausif Mundrawala(8th November 2019)
-Image courtesy- www.pininterest.com and Jesus Fausto