Imagine a field of fresh young flowers that are forced to grow in polluted atmosphere of chemical fames, without adequate sustenance and sunshine - What sort of fruit will these flower bear? Children who are deprived of physical, mental and emotional care fail to thrive, just like flowers that are neglected, they with away or result in stunted and worsted fruits Of all joys in the world perhaps the greatest joy lies in giving happiness to a child. The child is the most valuable and because his needs are immediate, he is the urgent call of the future to the often uselessly preoccupied present. Destitute children abounded and street children and child labor are three of most depressing problems facing in this area today. A glance beyond statistics reveals a horrifying tale of poverty, deprivation, helplessness and exploitation. So much has been said about the plight of unwanted children in our area.
Malnutrition, lack of health support, shabby accommodation, unhealthy recreation and no education are the usual deprivations. Most of these children were living without Father and Mother. These children are also deprived of normal adulthood. They grow into negative personalities due to deprivation.
Many of them are without family homes. Homeless children are insecure but children with families are also insecure because throughout the day are on the street, at the mercy of the assault world. They get harassed by the police, employees, local criminal's etc. Insecurity may be considered as a deep psychological problem, which causes all sort of problematic behavior.
The Child Is Asking You And Me
What do you see when you're looking at me? My clothes are all tatters, my hair full of fleas. My body is battered, my feet always bear and burning, but you know I have a heart, and need someone to care. A long time ago, I had a mother, a father, a sister, an aunt, and a brother.
Where are they now?
The weather is cold. I need someone to love me, someone to hold and hug me. The cold and the wet have been eating my bones. Each day early in the morning when people start walking, the fires are all lit, but I huddle shaking. If I rise very early the pickings are best, I dodge the night watchman and fight off the rats. The other rag pickers, they are my brothers, my father, my sister, my aunt, and my mother. We all need a family, someone of our own, a father and a mother, and love in a home. Look in my eyes, I'm just a child. But my body is old and my head very wise.