A Job of Man
He was also very honest
And hard-worker as I,
It was strange today,
He was stopping his machine
And going toilet,
Again and again.
I dared to ask his reason
At break time.
When I come back home,
My neighbour was also a polish family.
I have very warmth relationship.
I called a polish lady,’Bhabi’
(As my brother’s wife)
Do you know that polish worker?
He came on my birthday party,
His wife ran away.
It is a job of man to think,
Why was she flown away?
She was smiling at me.
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