Living under the shadow of tree,
Is it a lively lonely life of free?
In hot Indian Summar noon
The couple need to eat soon.
The shadow is only, lonely shade,
Hot wind does their faces fade.
They dance in joy with the horn,
Train penetrates in their dusty corn.
None to help them, none they ask,
Everybody favours them wearing mask.
Vagabonds they are in railway station,
Should we learn from them a lesson?
What a bound life that they freely live,
Squeezing biter honey from reality's hive.
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