My Fragments

Child Labour

Sometimes i think of the children who work
And have no future perks
Everyday their lives become more miserable
Like a disease incurable
They forgot that they should even have a life
Happy ,cheerful and money to survive
Never did their eyes get dry
Or their foreheads which are full of crease lines
Many work for a single penny
And childhood went on without any nanny
Child labour is banned
Still many children are tanned
and still they are accused from the cruel work
And they may think to be curled
When we throw our food in dustbin
Their stomach growls like a hollow tin
When we get full attention
their minds are full of tension
It is a stain
Still child labour goes on without any pain
My heart lurches 1000 times
When i see children with stress without any crime