Lack came once in the house
There is no space for sesame in this small cottage
Through the dilapidated fence and through the tin rice
The bullets hit him in the chest.
Wherever the eye goes, I see only wailing
No money, no empty hands, no income at all!
There is no handful of rice in the house without water
How long will I continue to borrow?
Tears well up in the eyes of loved ones sitting next to them
In my eyes, that is also the content
I don't work, I get what I get wherever I go
Brother, don't fill your stomach by writing poems.
Drowning in the black water of scarcity
There is not even a handful of rice in the house
How many days have you not touched the color of tea on your face
Priya cried and cried, she died in that grief!
Hands and feet are barely crippled
I will definitely get some work
I comfort her with my hands on her head
One day you will eat milk banana rice.
This disease seriously eats away at the bones
Money is the big doctor
I have seen for myself what deficiency is
I came back from the dead.