The Young Sweeper
I see her early in the morning everyday , She is a young sweeper in a proper blue uniform, The street is only clean because of her art, She sweeps the street alone for an hour .
I honestly admire her sincerity in the work, Many people salute her noble service , She expects nothing from the people , Every one appreciates her honesty.
One day she passed out near a house , The house belongs to upper class people, But the couple have helped her gladly , She has become quite normal and does the work .
God sends an angel down to earth ,
Who cleans dirty streets for the community , swee I never forget the greatest service of the sweeper , Thank god for sending her to the earth .
Oh god, what a lovely creation she is! , God's creation is truly astounding and magnificent , Sweepers are a really boon to our modern society. Nothing is equal to their wonderful service.
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