IN MY FATHER LAND
I've long craved for goodies of life
I've strived,
worked and tirelessly laboured
I've drunk the bitter
in the face of vinegar
I've wept and even sang
in the face of hunger
I've run on a legless head
And my hairs got missing
Even in my father's land
I made hay
When the sun shone
But it refused to get dried
I dug the soil .....
narrow and wide
As a son of the soil
But found mere rocks
I pestered further
But I found tepid water
And in no man's land
I crept like crickets
For greener pastures
But the Lilliputians enslaved me
Then I made way out
But Lethe darkened my image
And made me wander
But on the right path
I woke thrice in my awakened posture
And realized I have a grazing herd
And it sunddenly became known
I have a green plantation
plantation for the fatherless.
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