Of the cattle disease and the soot of a furnace tossed in the air!
Of the words of sorrow and the boils out of the disease,
But the farmers are still searching for the answers;
And Mamta my lover come and told me of the news.

You are the sunshine that dawns on me oh my sweet Mamta! !
And i will always search for you no matter how long it takes;
For these farmers need to learn from you as well,
And like the beauty of the rainbow as seen up high.

by Edward Kofi Louis

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