Diary of a Child Labor

Every day I rise very early in the morning,
My health and wealth is poor from beginning.
I live in a dingy hut
I am scrawny but
There is always a smile brightening my face.

My day begins with a marathon tedious walk to factory,
My daily wage falls immeasurably short of satisfactory.
Factories have strict guidelines
My boss pompously undermines
Somehow I have endured in this murky mess.

An ailing mother, a father worshiping alcohol piously,
In my small hands rest the burden of my family.
Tattered dresses and torn shoe
Guess my bad-luck is unlucky too
No ray of hope yet enters in this sinister life-maze.

So many documentaries and movies are crafted on us,
Debates are organized; politicians make so much fuss.
My condition remains same,
I have got none to blame
Sometimes I wonder if my mourning will ever get less.

I want to develop into a proper human,
Help my country’s growth by any means I can.
I try to study at night
In my hut’s dim light
Even God has stopped showering on me His grace.

stop child labor now


10 thoughts on “Diary of a Child Labor

  1. Nicely put into words but the sentences could have kept more abrupt…missed childish fantasy which could have led us to a rude realisation…


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