Mother India

Mother India

The Poor
Man in
his shack

With the
stove

No oil,
no rice

The field
all locked

Money with
the mayor

Stones &
no rain

To greet
you every
mornin

The sweat
& blood

Givin way
to bones

And finally
on the
floor

Lies the
man himself

The poor
woman helpless

With a
few young
hands

You can
see this

In the
movie ‘Mother
India’

Caution: This might be all theory

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