At the Baker's
. AT THE BAKERS
A very old Parsi couple
Sans teeth sans taste
Sans almost any reason
To buy lots of pastries ,
Cakes , butter , biscuits
Except their grandson
Seeming boy half - hidden
Behind them ,
Who however lingered
When they loaded left
Clutching a ten paisa coin
And begging for a biscuit .
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