Suddenly I was stuck in the traffic jam in a road of Dhaka, the capital city of Bangladesh. It was unbearably warm day. The summer sun was rudely burning on the sky. Suddenly, my eyes were struck on a lady in a faded saree. The middle aged poor woman was sitting by the road. In one of her hands, there was a long thin kind of long rope. I was wondering what the lady was doing sitting there. I tried to look around and then my eyes were caught by something very unpleasant. I was dumbfounded for a while. It took me a little while to believe my own eyes. The rope was tied to a leg of a small 3-4 years old boy. When there is a traffic signal, the lady made her kid to beg from car to car. When the kid earns some money, she pulls the rope and take the money and send the kid back to begging.
I just want to ask any sensible person, is it really possible to dream of poverty free Bangladesh? When our prime-ministers and their cabinet members deliver their speech promising eradicating poverty from Bangladesh, they should think twice about what actually and literally they do to make this change happen.