My salute to those kind hands
that wipe tears off the poor buds
whose adolescence sees the ugly earth
and youth turns mangled in some devils` mirth.
I miss so many able hands
that remain busy in making token bands
to wipe out the nasty 'child labor'
in mere celebration and in English-1 paper!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem