I am a one
I don't whose son
Always remain away from fun
Always trying to run
Every morning you get your door knocked
When you come with alms, you get shocked
I never went to school
I rather played with stool
I always carry a big sack
That really seems to be pack
If you come to check in
Oh it is full of plastic and tin
My home is the earth
Who gave my birth
I was looking for my identity
But, I met a pretty........................
BY Amar Limbu
(Please visit www.amrlimbu.blogspot.com
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