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A lad of seven

I am alone
And only one
In my home
With my dog foam

My mother died in pain
As in my birth I gave her vain
My dad drove a car
But luck took him far
To heaven
Leaving a lad of seven

I do lots of work
Like washing spoons and fork
Cleaning floors
And cleaning doors
And cooking food
Even when I am not in mood

I work in rich manís home
And then return to foam
Where I again cook
While my neighbor reads book

I am going to work now
Where I will milk the cows

Adrija Datta
VII C
Bhavans Gangabux Kanoria Vidya Mandir
Kolkata

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