In a small village in Rajasthan, Mahender is a carpenter who makes beautiful wooden toys. His workshop, a cozy shed smelling of fresh wood, is always busy with the sound of his tools. Every toy he makes is carefully carved and painted, making them special. The children in the village can't wait to see his new creations, their faces lighting up with excitement. Mahender's toys are more than just toys; they keep the village's traditions alive. Everyone in the community loves his work, and his toys bring happiness to everyone who plays with them.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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