Echoes of the Silent Trade In the heat of the day, the market cries, As tears fall from teary eyes. Hands bound, but hearts were bound even more, Sold like cattle to the heartless being. Whips crack sharp, the air turns cold, Lives are sold, both young and old. A mother’s heart torn apart, As … Continue reading Echoes of the Silent Trade I Poem By Arika, 12, Faridabad