In the scorching sun
 In burning clay particles
 At your bare feet
 Fits clicks
 I never knew
 Because my feet are in this fire
 Never cooked ....
   
      Anxious with hunger
 Those who hope for food
 Going backwards
 Your stomach churning
 I never knew
 Because in a pool of hunger
 My stomach never burns.

      Always wear the clothes you wear
 It smelled of perfume
 But I found it stinking
 Appreciate your hard work
 I never knew
 Because of poverty to me
 Never harassed ..

 - Aviraj

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