Earning livelihood
Is hard,
But
Earning happiness
Is pretty harder.
All are earning,
All day and
Night,
And there is no
Rubicund cloud.
Some are filling palms,
Some bowls,
And
Some are in a line,
Abrading their feets.
Mr. Khan came to,
Circa 1977,
Delhi,
To make his life
With a flour mill.
In the pink after 66,
A boost to all,
Me,
And how perfect
Body and smile now.
Earning both so easy
For him, very
Thin,
And a great icon
For those trying harder.
I pine for being him,
And strive too
To
Grind most moments
For such happiness.
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