What
I struggle every day,
to get what to eat,
but some times i leave
with my empty hand.
Who bewitched me?
i suffer every time
like a street child,
who sleep without food.
I work like a slave,
day and night,
but nothing i get from my sweat.
I don't know what i did?
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