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Life to him was an unpleasant necessity
Face pale
Perspiration dripping
Breathing heavily
His legs tiring
He was using
Full energy
In pulling the weight
Of heavy and wealthy
For the sake of
Two little meals
For him and his family
He was a poor
Rickshaw driver
With no other means
No other choice
Life to him was an
Unpleasant necessity
poem
by
Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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