It was a dim and yellow tungston light
which illuminated my street at nights
Many of my villagers rescued form the dog bites
cause of it’s service, We survived.
It was the only light of our street but
our street was more than a furlong straight
It would sleep in new moon nights but
it added glory to my street
There were a lot of stories about it
which guarded our cattles in nights
It gave a rank to a poor student
Yes.He is a……….. ……….. …………
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