The arms of a laborer-
The bones are pieces of wood On the skin - sunlight stains..
Where is the dream of the mansion-?
A bowl of bone breakfast
Bhunja and red tea For Babu and Nuni.....
The war horn bingol is blown The arm cells wake up
This is two leaves of bud; brush brush -
The nails are on the head. It's not there that's not there
Digging and digging the drain - Wait; the rest night, he's boring too
Complaint of five children
Pitil madam today -
Yes; what life is this...
Laborer's arms become weak Coughs loudly; hair on the head -
Running the luck
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