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I saw a street urchin on the road today
Playing with a broken stick and a tyre
And I thought
How simple her world was
Not for her the mysteries of science
Nor the symphonies of Mozart
Not for her the halls of stone
We read about in books
To her our world is complex
She will never have a Facebook account
An d will be married off at sixteen
I will wake each day and go to office
Whilst she lives and loves
Stricken with poverty
Not for her the promise of education
Nor a world beyond the tea stall
Not for her lavish birthday parties
I return home at night with her on my mind
And I wonder
How we live in the same world
With worlds within
Each so starkly different from each other
The Bilge Master
