Please Visit & Subscribe my Youtube Channel : Keleedas Kobita Twelve years old, Pilu, they say, Sells newspapers every day. Evenings are spent in learning’s sway, At a master’s house, he finds his way. No money for school, it’s clear, Government schools won’t draw him near. Birth certificate, he does lack, Odd jobs await, his future track. For four months, work he does, In exchange for tuition’s fuss. No school exams to fret and stew, No class advancement, he goes through. Master Mashai teaches him well, In that class, where knowledge dwells. Pilu’s learning, just like the rest, Grows over time, in pursuit of the best. At home, his mother…