Child Labour Poem by Geetima Baruah Sarma

Child Labour



Whoever he may be,
Tom, Dick or Harry,
Wretched poverty stares,
Sternly at his face,
Compelling him to toil,
With exertion and foil,
Losing childhood joy,
Discarding shame and coy,
Deprived of learning,
In course of earning,
To contribute for the family
And get rid of scarcity.
Little did he know,
The world thinks for him so,
Dedicating a day every year,
As World Day against child labour,
Observing it on June 12
By creating awareness and a wave,
To ban child labour
And protecting him forever.

[Published in the following:
(1) 'feelings' column of 'Horizon', the Saturday supplement of 'The Assam Tribune' on 11 June 2011
(2) 'melange', the Sunday supplement of 'The Sentinel' on 26 June 2011]

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jesus Diaz Llorico 16 October 2013

A lovely verse about the rampant use of children as laborers. A reality in developing countries that must be stop. Truly a deep concern for the children of today.

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