She rubs her nose twitching her fine brows
Clad in sloppy dress
She sings dancing on her toes
Her khol eyes brighten just like her smile
Chirpy like a squirrel
She plays with broken pieces of tiles
Wait, I tell her,
Calling her out to speak,
Eat this dear, you look so weak
I buy all the candles that she wishes to be sold
Her happiness on her face is worth more than gold
I fancy not money, not food or any clothes
Her desire, she says is to one day be able to go that school down the road.
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