She gives me a rupee
To spend in the recess hour
Though mom had already cautioned
No outside food, no tap water
But my grandma won't
Understand and persisted
If I won't eat enough food I may
Fall ill and feel exhausted
I get caught in the cross-fire
And can't see both of them sad
I spend the money on poor friends and
Eat food made by mom's hand
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