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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=560713" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Labouring Under Child Labour</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A child is born out of labour.<br>A child is sent to school<br>And made to recognise<br>Read, recite, and write<br>Draw, count, and play.<br>The child undergoes labour<br>In all these movements<br>Of mind and limb<br>Whether he likes it or not.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If a child learns too fast<br>And sets a precocious record<br>In his studies or GK<br>Or in singing or dancing<br>Or in acting or in a sport<br>You laud him as a prodigy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A school child is made<br>To work or wait for hours<br>Under the scorching sun<br>For a political or governmental event<br>With no snacks or water<br>Whether he like it or not.<br>It’s civic training, <br>Practicals of theory, <br>Shrama daan (labour of love) <br>Of the citizen tomorrow’s.<br>So catch them young! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If a child wants to be free<br>In this free country<br>From loads of books<br>And exams of rote<br>And play in the lap of nature<br>Like a fawn or a cub<br>And begin to study life<br>In the open school<br>And learn the letters<br>Of the art of living<br>And helps himself<br>And his parents too<br>By willingly working as a help <br>And earns a few dimes<br>To drive the wolf<br>Away from the door<br>And survive <br>In the rat race of this world –<br>No, he isn’t allowed.<br>It’s child’s labour<br>A cognisable offence! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child with a silver spoon<br>In his mouth<br>Who labours with his mind<br>Is hailed with accolades<br>And promoted by sponsors<br>And reaps golden harvests.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child with a pewter spoon<br>In his mouth<br>Who labours with his hands<br>Is called child labour<br>And rudely snapped<br>From his patrons<br>Who are raided, reviled, and punished.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the tear-dried starveling<br>Is left in the lachrymose lurch and<br>Heartlessly denied his only honest means<br>Of keeping body and soul together.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[May 15,2009: : Hyderabad - 500 056]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=AtreyaSarma+Uppaluri">AtreyaSarma Uppaluri</a><div class=q>
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A child is sent to school
And made to recognise
Read, recite, and write
Draw, count, and play.
The child undergoes labour
In all these movements
Of mind and limb
Whether he likes it or not.

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