At dawn I wake up to view,
The bright orange and yellow hue,
Of the first rays of the sun;
As fast as my feet could carry me, I run.
Every new morn gives me new hopes,
Man-made splendor and Nature in her lost glory,
Yet, abruptly paucity around me gropes,
Hunger pangs, toil stains, and many an untold story.
Of my age, I see many gain knowledge,
While I sweat through the day in bondage!
While my little hands work tough to eat,
Their little hands carry the wand of feat.
I move like them and have features alike,
I run faster than them, but to reach my workplace.
I smile, I laugh, I cry, I quarrel, I strike,
Yet why am I, without books, destined to spend days?
Enlighten me with the world of knowledge,
Take me to school, O world, take me away from bondage!
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