The Once Ploughed Fileds

Missing the tracks
You once trod on,
Missing the fields
You once ploughed on
Must be tremendously hard,
Your rightful card
You were awfully denied,
Your walk ahead
Was woefully eschewed,
Desperately you gave up all
After giving many a call,
The state of ‘this state' whether
Is it ever gonna change!
The enormous change in weather
How are we gonna manage!

by J Sheba Anandhi

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EVERYTHING IS GOD WE SHOULD RECOGNISED