Children Are Going To Work
Early Morning, It's a foggy day,
There are murky fog on the way.
Dogs are ready to bark,
Brightness of Sun is in little Dark.
Is nothing left?
Why are children are forced to jump in Dark depth?
Is it all our duty for our Indian Child beauty?
It's an Irony of our Society.
Is there no doll?
Will Demons play with ball?
Where are innocent books at all?
Will book play with Moby dick and Crokel?
Hopeful eyes, happy Smiles.
Soft hands, million Dreams.
Is this not identity of a Child?
Why they are looking so Wild?
Joke of their childhood,
Why children looks for hard wood?
At such a young age,
Overloaded work with low wage.
They beg, "Help me out?"
Their Heart badly shout.
There is no doubt!
One day, We will be all out.
Then in this world what is left?
We all are in a little Horrible depth.
As we do this day by day,
They will harm us in future everyday.
Why children are going to work?
They are not Giant worker.
Please! Stop this child labour.
Otherwise we will Cry forever.
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