Story Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Yeah, it may be long or short
But the gist moves around sadness
It is about struggles and survival
But we all did our best;

Thatched huts would leek
And make the floor muddy
We slept getting soaked and shivering
Like worms; no one listened.
Death had a different tune to play.

Now grown up and have roots
Of banyans we can suck up a pond
We can threaten the clouds with
Our various sizes of coats
Hanging on walls and can chase
Deer with ease into the jungles

We have survived and are flouring