I wake up from my princely dreams
To this reality that is full of screams
Of children being brutally beaten up for their mistaken services.
With a pair of twinkling eyes
Hoping to become distinguished men of this society.
Help us all, oh Almighty!

Our lives have become miserable.
God! Please make them comfortable.

By our blackened faces
And choked throats,
We feel so faithless
Standing on the factory roads.

Oh Angels of the Heaven
Hold our hands and walk with us
Take us somewhere else, somewhere safer
Away from this painful world.

Swati Panda

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