Sweat from child's eye

Sweat came from his eyes, Echoing his terrible sight.

While the tongue-tied grieving screams clashed

every day in his life!

Oh my! How cruel can life be?

For his limbs swayed here and there,

being tired forever!

His heart roared,

toiling every second in every hour.

Sun scorched in his eyes, depriving his right,

liked it deprived others of senses, 

leaning towards petty crime, summing to mountain height.

as abiding by a durable plan couldn't suffice for them,

for short-minded, a quick buck from child work

was more enduring to them.

Money though a being external,

weighed more than his memories bundled.

No money yet couldn't cover the expanse

of his childhood innocence.

Could he become his resilient self?

After covering his body with dust and cement,

Instead of playing with mud, grass or sand.

Instead of carrying a bag of books on his back,

he brings red brick ahead in a head pan.

Instead of making letters on paper with a pen,

he makes a hole in the ground 

with a hoe in both hands.

Oh my! How cruel can life be?

Yet such were the circumstances of his life!