Consummate professional
One with the dust
Settled on the floor
Sweeping from this door to that door
Back unbroken
So it seemed
Spirit unbowed
Although
Your life was labor
And to us, what more?
Your Hindi must have met
My Bengali
Further along the line
Hand on hip, smiling
Accepting your lot in life
Not having any options
Maybe
But finding respite
In what never changed
a rag, a jhaaro, and the light
in your eyes
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