Let's open your blindfold
Let's open your blindfold,
Suffering doesn't need to be told.
Where children are working for the living wage,
Where their childhood have destroyed in the living race.
Why still we proudly say -
That it's the age of Human rights day.
Let's open your blindfold,
Suffering of poor can't be measured with gold.
They are poor it doesn't mean they will remain untold,
They too have the body with flesh and soul.
They too have the life with some goal.
Let's open your blindfold...
Let's open your blindfold...
Suffering doesn't need to be told.
Where children are working for the living wage,
Where their childhood have destroyed in the living race.
Why still we proudly say -
That it's the age of Human rights day.
Let's open your blindfold,
Suffering of poor can't be measured with gold.
They are poor it doesn't mean they will remain untold,
They too have the body with flesh and soul.
They too have the life with some goal.
Let's open your blindfold...
Let's open your blindfold...
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Sometimes when I used to see children of 9-14 y.o working in shops and tea stall only for the one time food. For their hunger, they destroys their childhood. So the question arise in my mind, does they are not human to have human rights? Through this poem I just want to rise the voice of their suffering, they too are the man of flesh and blood...
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