It is mud house
Open passage for mouse
Cats can visit any time
It is breakfast home for all the times
We are there to share
Cowden’s wastage is used as wall paper
Few windows to allow sun light
Air blows in much to our delight
Roof is made of wooden straws
The clay titles are put to draw
Heavy rain water can easily flow
It is built heavily to withstand any blows
Nature is our friend
Hard work makes to earn bread
Not much is with us for entertainment
As were landless peasants
Education is not much known
As life is only our own
Rest all is depended on weather
It only provides us breather
If rain god is pleased
Our life to some extent is eased
There is bright prospectus for whole of the year
We dance and enjoy pleasing the ears
Not much to reveal and not much to hide
Not much of life’s secret to confide
We are simple and down to earth
Sky is our home and earth may absorb us after death
can't escape that can we: _) earth ling16 minutes ago in earth we stand then lie or sky depending on the burial Comment +1 deep
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