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By Mona Purvis
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There he lay upon some rags,
His dirty face in tears.
The shanty roof above him sags,
His world reduced to fears.
Long days he worked, no time to play,
The Jewel of Abhay.
The diamond trade was all he knew.
At ten years old, he cut
Great stones reflecting every hue.
While hunger gnawed his gut.
Long days he worked, no place to stay,
The Jewel of Abhay.
His life was filled with endless shame,
He could not feed his mother
Whose eyes were blind and legs were lame,
She nursed his baby brother.
Long days he worked, no pain at bay.
The Jewel of Abhay.
The hopeless child would often squat
To work the cutting wheel.
The workshops hidden in Surat,
For innocence to steal.
Long days he worked, no wealth to weigh,
The Jewel of Abhay.
One slip was all it took to mar
The diamond in his hand.
The beating he received was far
More than a boy could stand.
Long days he worked, no words to pray,
The Jewel of Abhay.
Our God above was moved to see
This diamond He had made
So small, so hurt, so He set free
And into Heaven bade.
Long days he played, no need to stray,
The Jewel of Abhay.
Thousands of boys like Abhay are used in illegal child labor in India as diamond cutters.
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