Trash here and dirt over there
all around with smell so foul.
all around with smell so foul.
He always sweeps the road truly fair
while unsound minds with words prowl.
Taking all in his stride, no protest
no holidays, even during heavy rain.
He heartily tries to give his best, but
couldn't clean the souls of unclean men.
Waste in van and smile on his face
he does his part from morn to noon.
Pays no heed, couldn't care less,
his zeal shows he won't give so soon.
Prasenjit©1997-2020
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