Papa papa, I want to go to school
Papa replied keep quiet you little fool,
Now have your lunch
And start the work with your tool.
The child exclaimed why shouldn't I study
The father replied you don't have to learn little buddy
The child started his forlorn walk towards mine,
He was sad , but pretending everything to be fine.
The Child was distressed
And his father was impressed,
Seeing his little child in labour
Did nothing for him,not even a favour.
The child was heartbroken, as his friend is dead
Many says the child inhaled the poisonous lead,
The child tried be intensified
No way was there as his hands and feet were tied.
The child got no chill and continued with his duty,
The mine was so dusty, and he lost his beauty.
One day the child will also be dead,
And will be in his last sleep on his bed.
-SaptarshiMandal