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A poor boy was sitting on the pavement.
He was looking very happy.
He was quite alone over there.
He was having a banana.
He was in dirty and untidy dress.
He was silent.
He was passing his time in watching the buildings,
buses, cars, motor-cycle and people.
He had a little smile on his face.
He did not comb his hair properly.
He moved his legs and hands to and fro.
He was a street urchin.
He had some newspapers in his arms.
He earned his livelihood by selling the newspapers.
He was so innocent.
He was just about 6 or 7 years old.
The boy was dark.
He had no house to stay.
He had a very good time to get a good education at this stage,
But he was not getting good education because of his poverty.
Pushkar Bisht
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