Oh, my street children!
You’re made objects of fun,
Some of you dismissed school
To hold a working tool.
Factories, hotels etc. you work for very little money -
By you ashamed are men many.
If stomach is not full
Who goes through the books that are dull.
However, you are poor,
I know your hearts are pure.
How will you be freed?
When all are full of greed.
Regulations, laws, amendments came many -
I wonder they caused difference any?
Leaders, reformers, politicians preached a lot -
But water, food, clothes and shelter are hardly got.
(Dedicated to my Guru's lotus feet. He too worked as a child labour)