Child trafficking is a serious problem in our country. It is indeed a crime because it not only raids away the innocence from the children but also exploits them mainly for labour or sexual slavery. Any child nearby you can be a victim.
Ever looked around? Well, the question is – Is there any cure for this disease? Not till we all unite together to fight against it. So in addition, I strongly request my readers to confront this bug to eradicate it from our society.
This is an instance narrating the story of a young girl forced into trafficking. She is so hopeless. The only thing left to do is to compromise. Moreover, these children undergo physical and mental trauma. They certainly take a lot of time to recover of the torture they had to face during the exploitation.
But on the other hand, as a citizen it is our duty to create awareness among people around us. So that we save at least one child because even one can set as an example to challenge the issue. However, there are various organisations to help the victims, it is high time that we raise our hands to volunteer.
In conclusion, I would like to say that we should always move forward to help our Nation to eliminate the evil, after all we all can be a hero to someone. In other words, being silent and ignoring child trafficking can be hazardous.
Read the blog below to feel the immense pain of the young girl dragged into child trafficking-
She dusted the edge of her saree
and in a swing, pleated it over her fragile shoulders
this black saree, with a silver sequin border
a deep blouse to flaunt her brown skin
she adored herself looking in the mirror
picked up the red rose on the dressing table
and neatly tucked it behind her ears
with her ring finger she took the soot burnt in the oil lamp
and carefully placed it on the corner of her eyes
the red lipstick was lying in the drawer, deserted
she picked it up and put it on the creases of her lips
later to fill the empty spaces and dab, dab
she placed her fingertips on the mirror
and groped gently,
over her polished image
tantalizing eyes, shimmery cheeks and that forehead glow
she was then called
to be in the limelight
all flashes and clicks and giggles and smiles
a bunch of girlfriends around made her tickled pink
she smiled at the spotlight
heedless of the moment,
folded her hands on her waist and tilted
to expose a bit more of her beautiful skin
and pouted
poses. clicks. bids. re-poses.
dirty laughs. filthy compliments.
a middle-aged man in the audience came near to her
smashed her beautifully lined lip with his thumb
annihilated the red rose behind her ears
and gave an obnoxious smile
dragged her from whence she came out with a hope
where she wondered if this beauty was meant to be adored
the shindig became chaotic as she leaped
she was to be burnt on fire, alive
closed her eyes, to breathe for one last time
inside the closed doors
and in the tranquility of night
her dignity was unbuttoned,
her audacity was unhooked,
and her pragmatism was undraped
she no more loved that black saree;
polished to cloddish, shimmer to twilight
the storm within a teenager schoolgirl shattered into pieces…