A few coins is all she gets

In a down trodden 
lane she lives,
Among the trash, 
overflowing
This eight-year-old makes 
her way carefully,
To a clearing in the 
neighbourhood.
The bright sunshine,
The birds chirping, 
the other children 
still asleep,
She goes to the backyard 
of the house
Where she works.
She is afraid of 
her master
Working till noon for 
half a rupee,
With the sound of 
the coins
Her mother realises 
her arrival;
At the end of the day,
A few coins is all she gets,

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