Musician is playin it's violin,
In a noisy running train
Hoping to catch any penny
From passengers full aid
Yet, as if we are dumb
Listening while looking away
And his cry for help is outmost
For his sorrow and hunger
Gladness indulge in his eyes
When few folks shared alms
Enlighten the musician's soul
And his thirsty dry mouth
I may pass in this train
But his shortfall memoir of him
Will retain in midst memory
That life is a flawed globe
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