A Child is the father of the nation,
he is the god's biggest creation.
then tell me why? ? ?
his dreams have been breaking,
preventing him to touch the sky.
his hands have always been doing work,
why aren't they writing exams,
happy and gay.
he has been travelling searching for work,
day and night.
why are we unable to understand his plight? ? ?
his wish to study and go to school,
and become ready for the world to rule.
his wish to have proper food, his own clothes and a home so sweet,
but in reality he gets nothing other than beat..........
so,
fulfilling his dreams from today,
is our only mission.
to which eradicating child labour is the only way........
it's quite good appreciate it as a Indian middle class boy
a poem written by a young sensitive mind... nothing gets better than writing if pursued with focus n diligence...go on, dear young lady!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Amisha. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.