Working in the morning, starving at night.
No one can understand their misery and plight.

Their parents work hard, so do they,
In the precious years of learning and play.

Engrossed in a factory, are these stars of night sky.
Their smiles are never seen, unnoticed is their cry.

They are deprived of their life's basic amenities.
They have nothing of their own, not even their own identities!

In years of freedom, they are forced into adulthood!
It neither gives them experience, nor does them any good.

Their childhood is full of unfulfilled dreams.
No one, except them, can listen to their inner screams!

They toil throughout the day for earning basic indispensabilities!
Their shoulders are loaded with a handful of responsibilities!

They might not be very demanding, but they do have desires.
They long to dress up the way every other child of their age attires.

Ranging from rag-pickers to cigarette workers, all in worse conditions.
They have to do justice to their work and kill all their ambitions!

They indulge themselves in dangerous occupations!
They risk their lives for earning small remunerations.

Was taking birth in a poor family their only crime?
No joy, no fun, just slogging all the time!

They accept wearing torn clothes without shoes as their misfortune!
They can wish for these things, but cannot importune.

They look at other children with desperate eyes.
Helpless to act, but longing to live their lives.

There's a dire need to provide education to these unprivileged tots.
Unlike any other student, these children would not mind to swot.

Now it's high time to show, towards them, some humanity.
After all, they too have the right to live a life of dignity!