This poem is on a general problem faced by the childern.
THE LOST CHILDHOOD
Many times I walk on roads.
finding young children with loads
Someone lifting a box
is like a load taking ox.
someone getting scolded
because their was something wromg with the cloth he folded
sometimes I find them standing on the red light
mostly wearing a torn shirt of color white
asking for the exchange of newspaper so that they could have a one meal bight.
future of them is like in a grave
but still they are too brave.
Yes, now I want to know about more child labour
so that to convey it to you who will be a savour…
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