Child Labour


Knock knock knock
Was the noise that broke my dream.
Woke up to open the door and was about to scream.

In front of me was a boy of ten,
Giving me a toothy smile unlike the cruel men.
Dressed in a uniform with a bucket in his hand,
Waiting to clean my toilet, with the brush as his magical wand.
Surprised was I, staring at him in his eye.

His innocence and his desperation touched my heart.
Thinking what could be the reason, I sent him away like a dart.
Didn’t want to encourage him and give him cash,
His employee was the one whom I had to thrash.

Independence Day was the occasion,
And child labour was in operation.
What freedom what democracy?
Everybody seemed totally messy.

When will be the end to a crime like this,
Where, innocent kids give their education a miss.
I hope my message is clear, child labour is what I fear.
Looking at kids toil day and night,
Hope I free them with my might.

Comments

  1. Nice one Prateek ...a poem to illuminate social awareness ...good attempt ...

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  2. Thank you sir, i'll do better next time :)

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