Diwali and Child Labour:Poem

boom!goes the diwali rocket,
nearly emptying my father's pocket;
sparkles and glitters adorne the sky,
but i never wondered from where did he buy!
it's a day full of estcasy and joy,
then suddenly i glimpsed at the illfated boy,
everything is rugged of what he wore,
blisters on face and hands are gore.
i was said he was a child labour,
sweating and lingering for "bigmen's" favour;
day and night tormenting in cracker company,
not even tasted the buds of sympathy.
everyone were happy and boistrous,
but only his looks were disastrous;
his soaring eyes: sleep abucted
and is childish freedom rejected.
boom!goes the diwali rocket,
nearly emptying my father's pocket;
sparkles and glitters adorne the sky,
now i feel sorry why did my father buy!!!