A small wish

Where mainly rickshaw ply,
where there is filth and fly,
one may ask,
how people live in that dirty city?
Where live near and dear,
where one learns to walk and fly,
where one gets lifelong friends,
how can that be a dirty city?
One had a small wish;
he wanted to be a clerk
in a dirty city.
A small wish,
that too he couldn’t fulfill.

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