Nandini
My name is Nandini
I sell pens in the traffic signal
When the signal gets orange
I sell pens long and elastic pens
I move door after door
Carrying bunches of pen
I knock on the door
Five a pen for ten three pens But no one buys
They tell we have a pen
Small and fountain pen
I don't know how to write
How to read
But i know how to sell these pens
Someone buy someone buy
Five a pen for ten three pens
Child in door shining pen
Mamma I need I need this pen
Long and elastic pen
How much for a pen?
My age is five
Five a pen for ten three pens
One I sold
Still left in fold
Five a pen for ten three pens
Bunches of pen i carry
With each dip of the sun
When the foot paths belong to rich
In between the short skirts white lady's
In between the family's holding small babies
I carry pens bunches of pen
Long and elastic pens
Sometimes
Waving hands discard me
Go away with your pen long and elastic pens
We don't need your pen
Your dirty pen
Pen
But i have to raise my hands
From the evening till dark
Because the morning is not going to gift me
A school to use this pen
So I only know to sell these pens
Someone buy some one buy
Five a pen for ten three pens
My name is Nandini
I sell pens in the traffic signal
When the signal gets orange
I sell pens long and elastic pens
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Hari Das