Field after field run along
Green winds sway tender paddy shoots
That spreads like open hair
In it butterflies ornamented with wings.
Mother earth smiles at her fertile pride.
In this harvest Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
As worn out ribs hold together their stomachs
They burn with hunger.
Forest after forest run along
This fairyland of flowers and fruits..
In this forest Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
They are hungry.
River after river run along
They flow through nameless wharfs.
In this river the Asmanis (landless people) have no claim.
Worn out ribs hold together their stomachs
They are empty.
(Jasimuddin Mollah)
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