Tête-à-Tête

Listen, passerineToday I will tell you a storyof a li’l girl, Lily.An orphan,A poor illiterate lass,Who used to sell roses on the streets.Met a man one monsoon,Who got plunged in to the sludge.Its irony,Literates kept on staring,No one helped,came down runningthe illiterate Lilyfor help,Gesture touches the man’s heart.Next day,the kind man came again,and took her