She has just a small straw-thatched
Muddy house to live in, 
The floor with date-leaf mat
To sleep on
Without any light, 
No food for two times, 
Nothing to dress-up, make-up, 
The goats and ducks too live with
On the verandah at a corner
And the house so congested and dark
Leaking badly during rainy season                
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