They will wake and sit upright
To hear the painful moans of agony
Of confessed land in neglect
Like collectively owned He-goat
Fed by none to death
They will wipe their eyes alert
With back of palm and watch
To see and believe not in awe
What they lost away in sleep
While the termite ravaged in joy.
(Monday 23rd April,2001,12.15pm)
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In neglect. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The community suffers. Thanks.