Yesterdays rain reached our town
I would have joined in saying so you-
If I had my own country…like you.
My guide cried,
“I have no homeland.”
How could I have town,
If not a homeland.
Carrying frogs along shoulders
In drought, we’ve ceased dancing
Because-
Why should our suffering
Gush forth in a strange town?
Eh, do drop in, in case you remember,
To see my unsettled lush-green settlement,
But…
Never forget to carry along
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