Still Child Labour

Still Child Labour

O My God! Still poor children,

Work for day and night

To earn their livelihood!

They work since ages and ages,

But get very meagre wages,

They are given a broom at ten,

When they should hold a pen.

Still there fate mops to clean the floor,

When they should be at friend's door,

At the age to go to schools,

They are dubbed as big fools.

They are given brooms to clean the dust,

When they should be at school must,

They are made illiterate,

But they still fight against such a fate.

Great men dreamed, aspired our India be free,

Still they do labouring to get a fee,

I feel gloom and sad,

By seeing their plight very bad.

I prefer to prosper them,

Understanding life and being a gem,

Engineer, doctor, teacher should be their fate,

And they must enter the gaiety gate.

O My God! Still poor children,

Work for day and night,

To earn their livelihood!