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Everyday Ram walks with some intention,
Towards the sea beach’s extension;
Unnoticed and uncovered by the moving people-
Just as a neglectfully thrown rotten apple.
A torn rag was what covered his body,
Yet his physique looked hardy!
As he walked it seemed-
Like a colloid moving in Sun’s gleam!
The only thing of value to him-
Was his mother’s presented ring-
Who left him alone in this nasty bower,
With no roof under Nature’s shower.
He goes to the seashore-
To add some pennies in his empty store,
By washing the dishes and plates-
Of different tourists on different dates.
This day wasn’t any special,
The earth being so superficial.
Ramu got a new rich visitor-
And washed the plates when the meal was over.
Meanwhile a disorder knocked in-
The rich-man’s wife failed to find her ring;
Everywhere they looked for it-
Yet didn’t find even a trace of it.
But how unfortunate was it to match with Ramu’s ring,
That the man snatched it in a swing;
Ramu cried and struggled to get it in vain,
“It’s not stolen it’s mine”, he shouted times and again.
Later when the man saw it was copper and not gold,
He threw it in neglect in one of the wave’s fold.
Ramu didn’t say a word in protest-
As the only mirror of her mother went into a deep crest.
He sat down looking at the endless waves-
And said, ” Mother why did you leave me in the hands of these knaves.
Sonnet Mondal National poet of India
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