He is 24 years,
Trailakya is his name
Lives in a remote village,
Without any fame.
Passed his childhood there,
Like the other boys.
Playing with clay and mud,
With sorrows and joys.
He is a common man,
Like the grass.
Neither gold nor diamond
But like brass.
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