She treads ever so softly on the ground
Lest she hurt the little beings on her path
She never plucked the flowers
She knew that they wanted to be in their beds
She scared children away from catching butterflies and set them free
She came home to a life of slavery
Hard work, insults and misery
She tasted freedom never at all
But knew how much it mattered to all
Saturday, February 02, 2008
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2 comments:
Touching poem. could be used in an anti-child labour campaign.
This Emily dickinson poem also captures this point very well
"Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need"
touching indeed......
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