Sun rises on the front as people move a side,
Time reminds me the work i do,
I place my bag side of the wall,
Beg for a food, to fill my stomach,
all is well,
I start my cry by a slogan as "amma appa pichai"
Feeling guilt and happy,
As
The coins fell on the plates,
Time remainds me the business that i do,
As i say, i can
It is time to play my role, to be a partner of the world,
Noon boares me out of heavy sun light,
and
An evening helps me out to end my day.
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