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Child Labour
a poem
I see small hands that should hold dreams,
Instead, they’re trapped in endless schemes.
Fields and factories call their names,
Binding them in unseen chains.
No time for play, no time for school,
They work away, life’s bitter tool.
The weight of bricks, the clatter of looms,
They trade their childhoods for crowded rooms.
Boys and girls with tired eyes,
Carrying burdens twice their size.
They bear the scars, the silent pain,
While we look away, again and again.
It’s not just work they’re forced to do,
It’s stolen time — what they can’t pursue.
Education waits like a distant star,
But for these kids, it seems too far.
We owe them more than what they’ve got,
A world where childhood’s not forgot.
Let’s stand together, make it clear,
No child should live in toil or fear.
Raise your voice, let’s make a stand —
No child labour in our land.
© Dr.Shamaima Irfan — 2024. All Rights Reserved
Pakistani Writer.
