Child Labour

A kid after a kid, is getting destroyed in this field,
That too for money, parents turning into their fiend.
At the time of giving them pen, you giving them pain,
And when they try playing, you don't let them gain.
Anything, you know. Not a single smile.
So just for a smile, they walk for a mile,
Loads on their head and money on their mind.
Because parents pressured,"with money comes you smile."
They walk all alone, to get paid for their home,
They even beg at times, for the brother in mother's womb.
There is no buck and luck with them,
And so, the rich people wanna fuck with them.
From a place to a place, they travel for a piece,
They even chuck peace and do it for their grace.
Few do it forcefully and few forced by bullies,
Still they give their part truely and ofcourse, fully.
Even after getting bullied, loads they pull to feed,
With love and no greed, they do it for true needs.
True needs never fulfill, pockets never full filled,
Still they work hard, as if they have to pull hill.
After carrying a lot of load, they burry a lot,
They never worry what they got?
They need hood for peace and food for needs,
Even relations of blood for peace and good for deeds.
The way their age climbs and the pain combines,
And it makes it possible for their sage to shine.
There is a purpose from their birth till their death,
There is no smell of cheat in their breath.
Well, they keep giving and living evenings,
But, they never give up and leave things.

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