A Tale Of A Labour-Child!
Where do we get born is not under our control,
And now that I am born, I have to live;
A life that seems to me but full of curse!
I know I am too young for a labourious work
But I have no options but to work and work.
Not because I could make some savings
But to make sure my tummy gets some pudding!
However, I have a dream and I keep dreaming;
Me going to school and playing hand in hand with
the privileged ones!
I dream of studying and being wise and noble,
But I know my tale will be unheard
for my dream is like castle in the air!
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