Ordinary Man
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Anil Kumar Panda
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I say I am from those
Who come to this beautiful land
Who keep on struggling everyday
To stay alive in a way not grand
I breathe with them
The smoky air of a chocked city
For those who keep waiting back
Home what we earn is a bounty
Before the sun wakes up
From its slumber we rush to work
We toil all day long to earn a little
And go back home well after dark
I am one of those poor souls
Who is happy in life and smiling
Pain of struggle vanishes as with
Kids we enjoy joking and dining
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