You are on my Right....
You come straight
as sunbeams
Unswerving as the
Rod of Justice,
These warm shades
or silent wake up
Calls for
those on the green field
With the pail
of curd rice
and lemon pickle ; they
still
hugged by
the mother sleep,
done their
karma by the paddy,
have been doing
for many decades,
richly paid
by dividends by the crops,
I worship you
to knock
at my door , my right
is might.
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