He was a sensible and responsible boy, Who lived and studied with his family, full of joy. One day, he was about to get off for school, When something happened to his father that made him feel uncool. He bunked his class, stayed to care for his father, Where he was busy caring and forgot about the other. Health was deteriorating; his father's situation got worse, The circumstances felt like a curse. His care for his father was immensely great; Time came when they were empty of all things, even troubled for a bread. He forgot about all society; he knew what he had to do: Responsibility to get medicine and food for the family—he tied up old shoes. Sometimes he saw boys his age playing and roaming the city without tension; He was trying to avoid their attention. They are the ones whom we say are boys full of cleverness; This worldly people say of those great people as a "child labor."