What we are seeing?
We are seeing the saints and sages
In palaces and luxuries.
How we are living?
We the house holders are struggling
For a bread to live, for a piece of cloth
To cover the bodies of wife and daughters,
For a shed to take shelter from rain and sun.
We are labouring hard and getting less and less
Wages and not able to coping up with time.
Education is far away from us,
And what to say the conditions of children!
We are ready to sell them
No matter whatever we get.
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