CHILD LABOUR

CHILD LABOUR

Just care to see
That child labour
Half clad

Bearing heat wave
In sun scorched noon
Carrying on his head
Crate full of bricks

Not only crate  full of bricks,
Also carrying burden of 
Dead aspirations on his head
Tired steps of that frail labourer
Are stumbling. 
With whom can he share his agony?

He recalls
When his mother went for labour
Taking him along
And carried crate of bricks
On her head
Used  to put two bricks 
On his head as well
Thus made him accustomed
To way of life that she was leading

Child kept on observing mother
Following same set path
Parted with  his innocent childhood.
Never got chance to move on 
Bright pathway of education.
Destined to move on 
Thorny road of illiteracy

This road of ignorance 
Is taking him towards
Dark future
Dawn of happy life
Getting far away 
From his miserable life

Oh that,he could get out of 
This forced circle of earning bread
And save a bit of time for himself
To be literate and glorify
His upcoming life

So that the pang of 
Untimely death 
Of his childhood
That he faced
Is not repeated in
Life of his children
In future life
And they don't 
Become child labours
But to school, stride
With joy and pride
Holding school bags
On their shoulder