She is standing there alone,
With her softly angled witty eyes bewildered
And looks upon happening of something.
She may find precious for his clan,
She is attended them long though unlikely they stand,
With their passivity and self seeking custom,
And fortified laziness like beggars in throng.
Many tell she is utterly joyful to work for millions,
But very silent like a tree in blossom.
She is the only educated village girl,
A pride for all as they look up to her erudite spell.
She returned home after her long study,
Got a load of ornaments and a groom ready.
She hated herself to find their state,
For their begging bowls and shameless heads.
For them values of votes counted in notes,
Who take alms are only beggars
It may from the government or any other,
She hates them and spit in their face,
Who hide their position to lick state's grace
She tells them to sweat and work for their children,
The state then can stand on its feet again.
Paramananda Mahanta
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