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Your Gangu is ill?
I'll write the medicines
But I have no hopes.
It is not my fault
And I cannot help you.

If you are poor
And your children die,
It is no one's fault.
Why should anyone
be blamed for that?

You don't want to die?
Go to the great Mumbai
Sweep the streets or,
Make chapatis for the rich.
Atleast you will be alive.

Ha! You want your dignity?
Then be here in Nandurbar,
And watch your children die.
You will sicken and starve,
But you'll have your dignity.