Voice of a Child Labour

When the hand moved around the circumference,

I had made my inference;

That my co-mates,

Had the fruit of life ate.

Is there anything

Less than that I can get?

Or anything,

That I’m nothing?

The distemper of education

Has not furnished my brain.

If so, the situation,

Will surely have its rain.

My anatomy is not clean;

I’m like an elf.

Only to two I’m to be seen;

My pocketer and myself.

“Can I shape you?”

Had fire in my stew;

It was a voice, I knew,

I thought,

I had to start with a lot.

Had my voice-

“I’m sound in my noice.”

Oh! the heavenly King,

I’m sad

For my horoscope being so bad..