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The Foreign Beggar
The life of Beggar
I'm not the beggar, past made me.
I'm not ask for money until I play in the hot sunny,
I love my mom forever, don't matters,
If any fellow say slut behind my back ever.
Singing is not my passion or interest,
This is my bread and butter with ask anybody here so many witness.
I'm just now Indian beggar with foreign look,
Soon will be a native beggar and make you funk.
I don't play with feeling of people,
I make me and other happy by my smile and dimple.
I eat only snacks and Vadapav Since the day and till now,
I get sleep where people walk and I eat,
This is the awesome place only, make me strong and fit.
I do bath when rain decide, I become dry when bright up the side.
I learn Marathi because its worthy, then only I earn more and people show courtesy.
I born on the bark of the tree, road of the sheety,
Salty water around to drink, mother and me sometimes sink...