Rhyme Time
Child labour

Eighteen million children don’t go to school

Their parents seem to be fool

They continue to work

Afterwards they will get a jerk

They pick rags, do petty jobs

At times, they work as drug carriers and form mobs

O their miserable plight

For money they will fight

Laws and campaigns are needed

All those children must be heeded

Child labour is on increase

In this way children will cease

It’s our hearty wish to our Prime Minister,

May you get well soon and feel better

The nation missed you on R-Day

But your life’s question, we can’t tolerate any delay.

Sir, you are the core power of
ministry

Your health is wealth of the country

We all pray for you sincerely

Your chair is waiting for you eagerly

Our eyes want to see you

May heaven’s choicest blessings be showered on you

The great God has accepted our request

And see! you have won your life’s test