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In the narrow and stingy lanes I walked by, Knocking on each one's door, hearing their babies cry. In a shanty, heard a mother's scream, Not allowing her child to study, thereby crushing his dream. While in others met welcoming faces, Including a blind mother and her child with braces. Mosquitoes hovering over the open pits, I silently watched this braced child's grandma as she knits. Spoke to this child in hindi with words a few, 'Talk in English', he said 'I want to learn something new'. The spirit for knowledge in him made me look wide-eyed, Seeing this somewhere a sense of procastination in me died. Had come with a motive to convince the penurious families, To send their children for free studies. Met many children with dreams quite high, Kept in mind 'I won't be comforting them with a lie'. The pathetic conditions in which they live made my eyes teary, But their faces enlightened my mood as desire to study could be seen in them clearly. The little kids enthusiastically rushed towards us, I taught this boy 'Sahil' who lent me his ears without a fuss. So joyously he perceived everything, How his eyes gleamed when he said, 'Di, I want to become a king'. A different world could be traced in here so well, The outside where the rich and in here where the poor dwell. An hour with the kid gave me the desired peace, It was then I wanted the time to cease.
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