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HIS FATE?


Threadbare clothing
Tattered footwear 
Eaten by the unfriendly roads
He travels everyday 
In a hungry stomach 
To ‘school’
Hang on the windows to learn
Sit on the floor to write
Go back to his mother’s empty pots

Denied good health care facility
Deprived electricity
And call it his fate
Given less of a fighting chance
Condemned to defeat
In a country
Blessed and buttered
But clutched by a few
Hardened to the needs of same
The same that bleeds
Every fourth year festival 
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