Child Abuse Poem by Gajanan Mishra

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And say something
Oh, child abuse.

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The version of Aman
Eight years old
Rescued from a zari embroidery
Unit.

My native place is Nepal
Not uncle brought me here
To provide me a better life
I was sent to a school
Where I learnt the art of
Zari embroidery.

Now I am working in the capital
City of India, New Delhi
From 8 AM to Mid night
I am given food twice a day
I am not allowed to go outside
Of this building.