Childhood lost,
an amazing poetry

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Childhood Lost

Countless days and nights,
Spent scrubbing the dirty floor,
Or serving steaming tea,
All for a rupee and no more.

Young hands that grew hard,
Long before their destined time,
Through years of hard labour,
Spent in squalor and in grime.

Their dreams fell dead,
As clay pots shattered,
Their hopes had withered away,
No one had thought they’d mattered.

Hollow, empty faces,
Eyes with sorrow washed,
Calloused hands at an early age-
Signs of a childhood lost.

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