Sonnet: Pre-Schooling Today

Today’s babe, precious tho’ lands in a crèche! Pre-nursery school as mother’s off to work; Using a walker, it is bottle-fresh; Learns a huge load of books by the rod’s jerk. Glued to the computer, it plays less out; Pining for mother’s love sleeps on the floor; Victim of frequent colds and fever-bout, Its body and mind get stressed all the more. While children chant rhymes, the teachers gossip; Oh, what a shameful way, they are being taught! Beaten oft black and blue, even by a whip! Parents too neglect them, when they should not. Victims of crimes/ abuse, children today, Are like nipped flower-buds, crushed in some way.