I saw a boy
Near the corner shop
Selling a pair of shoes
A passerby asks the boy
From where he got the pair
The boy says, not a stolen one
One Sahab could not see him Barefoot, in the cold winter
Wish, said the boy, he could show him, his empty stomach
Perhaps, he would have given
A loaf of bread, instead of shoes
Already used to walking barefoot,
the boy is now selling his shoes
Worth fifty rupees, for ten rupees
That will give him a days meal
And shall keep his hopes alive
For the next 75 years

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