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.
Nice one Prateek ...a poem to illuminate social awareness ...good attempt ...
ReplyDeleteThank you sir, i'll do better next time :)
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