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)