Bharat ki garib bitia
Going to school
With the knapsack, the slate
And the lime-stick pencil.
Bharat ki garib bitia
Going to her village school
In clumsy clothes,
Somewhat uncouth, somewhat torn.
India's poor daughter,
The small girl child of India
Going to school
With her torn, clumsy things.
Half-fed, half-clothed,
But so simple and innocent
Bharat ki garib bitia,
The poor daughter of India.
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