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Gastarbeiter.

The gastarbeiter,

Was welcomed by all,

Loved by all,

And appreciated by all.

His work was his gusto,

His humble nature,

A big win attitude.

He was the gastarbeiter respected by all,

And made the new land,

His new home.

The old homeland remembered him,

And he also remembered it,

Somedays there were tears in his eyes,

And few days cheer,

The gastarbeiter was a big champion of hearts,

And like a person on a sojourn,

He returned home,

Four years after.

The city in his homeland had changed,

The villages had become modern,

But his old house was the very same,

Which brought the warmth, happiness and cheer in his heart again.

The hearth longed for his presence,

His Ma and Baba,

Were waiting for him,

Now he wasn’t a gastarbeiter,

But a son,

In his homeland again.

Adios!

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The Duckling Wanted A Cake.

The duckling wanted a cake.

It went quack, quack,

“Ma, can I have a piece of a big cake?”

The duckling’s mother-“Definitely yes.But for that we need to visit the city.”

“Ma, when can we visit the city?”

“Well, when your exams get over, then we shall go.”

When the exams got over,

The duckling had forgotten all about the cake by then,

But it’s mother remembered.”

One fine morning,

When the duckling was going quack, quack, quack in the water,

The duckling’s mother popped her head out the water,

And presented her son with a big cake.

Her son was so happy,

That it went yippee around the waters.

Later there was a big celebration,

And everyone enjoyed the cake a lot.

Adios!

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Milk In The Jug.

Milk in the jug,

Goes glug, glug, glug.

Pour it in a glass,

Or dip the bread in it.

Be happy,

Drinking milk which is in

 the jug,

Poured into a glass

As we did in our childhood.

That’s where from milk stems in our roots.

Though most don’t like it,

Milk is that source which strengthens our bond and self,

And our memories,

On a string,

Is truly beautiful.

Adios!

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I Drew A Summer Leaf.

I drew a summer leaf,

It sang more than once for me.

It grew young,

It grew mid aged,

Yet it sang.

It even grew old,

Still it sang.

Many summers passed,

The leaf didn’t stop singing.

One day the leaf,

Started growing more and more.

It filled the whole page of my drawing book.

The singing grew more and more,

When one day,

The leaf gifted me with its summer songs.

Adios!