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it is me and my son Tarun...... Go back Tuesday, February 6,2018 8: 32 AM I go back to my struggling days When I was in armed forces The life was full of hardship And I had to keep going The payment was meager And I had to run here and there But they were all happy days Little kids were staying with me I remember one memorable event And I would like it to present There was fancy dress competition in class Some shepherds role was to be [resented before mass There was hardly any time And it bothered me a lot Suddenly I went to one farmer's hut I asked for traditional dress, but He had none to spare But suddenly dared "Sir, I have only one and that is put on by my son I felt shyness but I had no other option It was dirty and needed wash I rushed with that dress My son presentedshow before audience He won the competition and declared too at once I went back to his hut And offered some money He declined by saying"if I could" I could give new one My eyes went down I felt it as charity unknown There are people living around Their gesture is not well recognized and never gains ground Note: - same picture is found here