My father is dead...my mother keeps crying...I have one younger brother who doesn’t even cry anymore...and I a man of 8 years of age...
When I went to school the teacher opposed me-"You have not paid your fees, Go home!"...
I worked in a plastic factory at the age of six...I lost one arm in the gas furnace, so sahibji said they do no require me anymore...
Now a days I am begging on the streets...Police wala says, “you are not allowed to beg in my area”...so I regularly pay him a share of my income...
I was sent to a factory because I was poor...but i will always remain poor...i will always be unwanted...“not allowed”...
When I went to school the teacher opposed me-"You have not paid your fees, Go home!"...
I worked in a plastic factory at the age of six...I lost one arm in the gas furnace, so sahibji said they do no require me anymore...
Now a days I am begging on the streets...Police wala says, “you are not allowed to beg in my area”...so I regularly pay him a share of my income...
I was sent to a factory because I was poor...but i will always remain poor...i will always be unwanted...“not allowed”...
I am dying since the day i was born...and my poison is my poverty!
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