Out west

There is an exodus of farmers
with sweat and despair, drooping eyes,
for the parched land , has betrayed them,
they decide to out wet for fresh livelihood,

the brooding swan, the swimming ducks
decry the dried pond, the eastern shore
stinks with dead fish, they still brood,
can they migrate to the soothing west,

I find the east is depressing,
Corruption, envy and suppression,
make you sink down further,
west is warming , upfront greenery

all round you, my prospects of west
are booming, Already I am one foot
in west, today I saw bright ,amber
setting sun in west, beckon me further,

out west is resplendent, regal,
out west is royal and reassuring.