My childhood in laborhood...

This is a melancholic poem that enunciates my condolences for the helpless child labourers,who still prevail inspite of so many laws against child labor,that are uselessly framed,sure to serve a solace to those innocent buds who are prohibited from blooming... Through this poem,I commiserate and express my empathy for small children who are forced into labour, in an age,when they are supposed to learn and make their dreams,a reality...