Running train passed railway station
An orphan girl was with passion
For two three rupees
Lest one will give for a day
She waited another train
Drank pipe water and leaving food of the resting place
She was also thinking
Why am I here?
Is it my fault or my father and mother?
Oh God! I ask you
Give me answer without delay
Otherwise take me to you
Copyright @ Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (22.02.2020)
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