On
Friday evening,
When we
were sweating at the workshop,
Someone
cried, ‘Das Babu died!’
Everyone
heaved a sigh,
Twenty
years our senior,
A boy and three girls’ father,
To us a
look was permitted,
At the
body electrocuted,
And
seven minutes later we were back to work!
On
Friday the next, a week later,
Broke
down the Generator,
It
ruined the Crushing Machine,
A major
fault was seen,
We all
were given a leave,
And
work ceased for a week!
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