Child Laborer

I was pulled out of the school; doomed into hard labor, To my home, at budding age, I became a life-saver...! When kids of my age, with stylish satchels, proceed to school, I, in cracker-workshops noxious, chemicals heat and cool...! With my tender hands, I shape cute beautiful fire-works, When I see, you crack them, my wish to do so, within sparks...! The fumes and toxins I breath, I know, are deadly harmful, I cannot just shun them, as life toward me is scornful...! I am squeezed in often, into damp, cramped throttling spaces, Where, doctors say, children catch incurable diseases...! My fingers and hands get blisters; they often itch and bleed, I cry loud within often, who could, my soundless noise, heed...? When I, owing extreme aches, from mounting duties relax, Manhandling me, my master, like a galled gory goose, quacks...! Rules and laws, they say, made for our benefits, are, many, They remain in books, and for us, never earn a penny...! I have just one request, to you, dear friend, who's of my age, When you meet one shabby like me, do not flare-up in rage...! 18 March 2022