Of the cattle disease and the soot of a furnace tossed in the air!
by Edward Kofi Louis
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.