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With each daybreak sincerely,

To work the sweeper gets ready.

His job is to remove the trash,

From the street,

Something noble is there in it,

As he makes the road look fresh.

Every work is important,

And should be considered as such,

With petty income the sweeper cannot dream much,

About the future and depends on the present.

I wish he could,

Brush off the tumour called corruption,

From the heart of the nation,

It would be really good!

The sweeper passes busy days time and again,

Doing his work with honesty,

And his sorrow vanishes instantly,

Returning home and seeing the children.

He is a gemstone of the society,

Which recognises him scarcely!