When my tiny soft hands felt the softness of flowers,

His were trying to be friend with the hardness of thorns;

When my little feet were busy leaving marks on beaches,

His were tied in his masters clutches;

When my mind was searching every knoock and corner of books,

his was learning lifes' brutal truths;

for me there were showers of blessings in sickness and in health,

But for him ,he was the only friend of his every breath;

For THIS glory did our leaders fought?

To see the humble state of the most beautiful creation of God?

It is time to strive hard,

To return every child his childhood,

by doing some little favour and take the pleadge of removing the dark clouds of Child Labour.