In the grip of struggle at such tender age,
A little boy toils beneath the sun's cruel blaze,
Etched on his face,the tale of endless tears,
"Must life be this way?"his eyes sadly gaze.

Yet he persists,a tenacious spirit bound,
The spark of fierce conviction in his eyes;
Signifies a flame that burns with hopes of brighter days.
Deprived of simple joys,he...