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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