Hopeful eyes, pretty smile
Soft hands, million dreams
Isn't the identity of a child?
Then why do I see
Drowsy eyes, timid smile
Rough hands and shattered dreams
Deprived of their childhood
Crumpled by the workload
Burdened with responsibility
In such a small age
If they lose these wonderful days
Would it come back again?
There is so much to learn
So much to accomplish
Not being given enough chance
Fight for a cause
Raise your voice
Exterminate child labor
Do justice to them
Bring back their smile
Bless the million hearts
only a sensetive indian heart can write this kind of poem...i also wrote on the same named 'innosent dream'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your poem is touching but as a friend i have a right to correct some wrong wors lie chance is not right so pls use coice thanks tajwer cutey