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With torn clothes of poverty Lasting days of hunger The stomach remains empty Locking yearn for education Standing for a single penny With a ***** face and bowl Near academic opening Sold to rich owners for Retail Pay to their fathers To Work for their mistress Like a machine without salary Crushing the buds before They Bloom to become flowers Forgetting their childhood Making them a child labour In houses, shops, hotels and Making them a begger too Why it happens in this world Where children are The God's greatest gifts !
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Child Labour
With torn clothes of poverty Lasting days of hunger The stomach remains empty Locking yearn for education Standing for a single penny With a ***** face and bowl Near academic opening Sold to rich owners for Retail Pay to their fathers To Work for their mistress Like a machine without salary Crushing the buds before They Bloom to become flowers Forgetting their childhood Making them a child labour In houses, shops, hotels and Making them a begger too Why it happens in this world Where children are The God's greatest gifts !
prathipa-nair
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
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