Emotions never the same
Rainbow coloured they are
They come like a wave in river
And then gets mingled up in an ocean

Looking at a child
Working a place
How hard it seems to be
To hold up equipments for his seniors
Giving it as asked for
And again keeping back
Running here and there
Because he is a child
Can run and do the work
What if he is working as a mechanic at some workshop
No respect he gets
People around call him
Chhotu, or by any other name
Emotional do I feel
To look at kids working
They are small but heart too big
To stand on one's own feet
Is a dream of almost all
But the only difference between adults and kids
Kids need fresh air to inhale
To look in to their dreams and study for it
Though illegal it is to keep a child a labour
But stomach sees no age bound
They work to feed their family
Though they become strong working and working
But yes their childhood is gone
Emotional yes I do feel
When I see all this.

Self penned, unpublished ,