In the land of coconut, betel and palm -
the mind was free and the wind was calm.
They knew not wealth but labour they knew -
injustice meted on thousands by a handful few.
As floods sweep over leaving the silt -
hopefuls were given hope, dreams were built.
What remained though after every flood-
landlords squeezed it out in sweat and blood.
Fear out of respect and respect out of fear -
the unjust system pushed them in the rear.
From two meals to one and then had none -
their lives reddened with protest and gun.
Prasenjit©2023
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