THE DREAM OF A CHILD LABOURER
My hands were rough and gnarled
From washing dishes, carrying bricks,
I toiled to earn my daily bread,
How I wished to hold a pen instead!
I was cold and used to shiver
For I didn’t have warm clothes to wear
I didn’t have a bed to sleep in
Or proper food to dig in.
But that wasn’t something
For which I really cared
What I did care for was another thing
To go to school was my dream.
Even if it was for a single day
How I wished to war the uniform
Like school-children
Who passed my way.
These were the thoughts I had
These were the dreams I pursued
Until one day an angel came my way
And I was rescued.
She fulfilled my dreams
And sent me to school,
Where I studied all day long
Until hard-work became a rule.
At last I did reach out for the sky,
Because for me it was ‘do or die’,
No I dare to dream
The impossible dream,
To eliminate poverty from India
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