Childhood years are something we treasure, 
But there are those who have not  achieved this pleasure.
A childhood they could not savour, 
As they had to do rigorous child labour.
Can there be a gamble of greater sorrow? 
Than giving up your childhood, 
For some food for tomorrow....                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that speaks truth on child labor... good write