Not a very colorful photograph! This reminds of why are these hands, which were supposed/meant to study and play, Are working now, Laboring all day! His tears go unseen, His voice passes unheard, He begs and he pleads, Why there's ignorance to his words? And, Out his eyes look, With a dream to be free and fly, His hands, though bruised, But his hopes are still high.
Photo by maithili009
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