Jayachandran Chakrapany


A child labor


No colorful dreams
No school days
No toys to play
No difference
Between a picture
And alphabets
No one to care
No one to love
Cigarette and liquor
As friends perhaps
Some street dogs too

Submitted: Thursday, May 24, 2012

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  • Chetna Sharma (7/4/2013 11:30:00 PM)

    Haed hitting on this menace of child labour which is unfortunately a reality for many children whoa re our country's future. well-done! (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (7/3/2013 7:42:00 AM)

    Very thought-provoking poem on a big social evil...it has inspired me to add a few lines as a sequel on my page...thanks.... (Report) Reply

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