The Father


On the day of May and June
That father wait for rise sun
After the night of moon
On the beginning of day
He take a Vegetables trolly
And round on Street
With their non sleeper foot
On the whole day
They walk on the tar coal road
As time passes no matter
He got some money or not
But their foot got a big wound
Which have a rapid bleeding
But he ignore all that
Push their Vegetables trolly
For the fulfill of requirements
Of their children
How sad he push a trolly
To sell vegetable to more than dozen
Of family survive and fulfil
Of appetite but their family
Live alone for the
Requirements and their own appetite
He never on holiday
Either rainy or hot summer or cold .

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