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Child Labour
Look
There, the offspring
In natural environs
Enjoying its life
And company too
And parents, proud
Mesmerised.
And here
A wayward state
Waylaid
All those traits
Which attracted
Attention of one and all
Has miserably failed
And our offsprings
Skip the years
In which
A child, child is called.
poem
by
Sanjay Mehta
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