CHILD LABOUR

The peeping of the sun from the mountains

The raining of water from the fountains

The falling of leaves from the tree

And the chirping of the birds so free

All appear so beautiful, as they say

With a voice so loud and gay...

"Run with your happy feet and great lush

Come and enjoy this moment with us."

Hearing this I lose my control

I step forward but suddenly I fall

I cry and down my cheeks the tears roll

As I hear the laughter from all.

Oh! my feet tied with a chain

Shows that freedom I can never gain

My shoulders that carry the great heavy load

Make me a responsible unhappy toad.

Is poverty the reason behind this uneasiness

Which makes me feel this restlessness

To shout, run about and dance

Upon this so called chance

To climb up the mountains so high

To touch the sky but then again I sigh...

No one cares for me,no one understands myself

Never wanting my childhood to go, I cry for help

I crave for freedom and the world's bliss

Relieve me from this burden and fulfill my wish!