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Babu's Death
Babu's Death
Each entry I made
Babu’s fumes I hailed
In the morning he told
Will be back
With some marigold
In the evening
He was back
With a crowd as jack
He was laying in a bed
It was new to our head
He was sleeping cold
In a white fold
Where is my marigold?
I goal'd
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Thursday 31st March 2016 6:48 pm
Nandini
Nandini
My name is Nandini
I sell pens in the traffic signal
When the signal get orange'd
I sell pens long and elastic pens
I move door after door
Carrying bunches of pen
I knock on the door
Five a pen for ten three pens
But no one buys
They tell we have a pen
Small and fountain pen
I don't know how to write
How to read
But i know ...
Thursday 31st March 2016 6:33 pm
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