On seeing the little flowers
Keep working everywhere
Tears come down like showers
No help for them is here
Tender hands have got hurt
While working at a stall,in field
In industry or in all kind of dirt
Shedding tears,trembled and chilled
Many of them keep rag picking
Searching garbage for day-night
Like bird come in the morning chirping
No one knows whether wrong or right
Hunger actuates them for stealing
Unaware of such delinquency
Poverty excites them for working
In such a place which is very drossy
Who are responsible for their plight?
They who hire them for working
Or they who see them their fight
For the work in which they are falling
O!poets and authors of this globe
Come to me to share my burden
For these little flowers,try to probe
Who are responsible for this harden?
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