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It is a hut with a broken wall and
it’s windows are weak and door less
Though it is weak and old
My palace is in that hut . Y es my palace in that hut.
Every day dawns over my roof and
every drizzle starts from my window
Breeze will come to report to work,
So my palace is in that hut
My angel may be in dirty rags
Her smile is enough to light that palace
She may prepare humble foods but
they are my royal feast
Her hands may be empty with out bangles
her nails will light that dark place
One more pleasure is my little heart
who is inning all my miseries by her smile
she may be in my thatched roof
Her presence will change that hut as a fort
Another reward of my Lord is there
playing with his mighty hands
His strong shoulders with loving face
will chase any troubles and pains
His courage and confidence are my
                              life’s guiding lights
Stars and moon will visit my hut
to fetch a glory of His mercy delight.
We are rich and richest of this world
living with our sweet delights

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