Look
There, the offspring
In natural environs
Enjoying its life
And company too
And parents, proud
Mesmerised.
And here
A wayward state
Waylaid
All those traits
Which attracted
Attention of one and all
Has miserably failed
And our offsprings
Skip the years
In which
A child, child is called.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Child labor is always an issue, but who bothers about them and their woes? As citizens of the world, we should encourage them to study, instead of recruiting them as laborers. We have to start implementing it..