"Maa, I want to be an engineer. But why can't I get admission in school?"
"Dear, we don't belong here. We need to work hard for two times meal. You will have to take over our jobs soon."
A tragedy takes place in the life of a child,
When he is forced to work in factories,
The hands that once used to be tender,
Are now blistered with works not meant for them.
They breathe in smoke mixed with poison,
Mute and silently working, their eyes are ruined,
They are in need of love and care,
But what they get in return is taunts and lashes.
And their parents are left with nothing,
They deliberately have to send their children,
The department and factories don't even care,
If the health of a child is at stake or not.
Fireworks and glass, bangles and polish shops,
These places are not meant for small kids,
But society doesn't see this,
All that is left is the selfish nature of the boss.
Who will decide the future of these children,
Even after the implementation of laws, no one listens,
Transparency is so badly questioned,
Do these kids really deserve such a fate?
Maybe if we would have been in their position,
We would have understood their state of mind,
The wrath they face and means neglected,
Maybe today we don't get the facts here.
But someday, the days will change,
When rules would be followed wholeheartedly,
These kids will have wings to fly,
And child labor will then vanish completely.
Then those hands will hold books of their concern,
Learning and teaching the society about conditions,
Something will develop in the hearts of many,
The public will get to know the true reality.