Off they go, bag and baggage

They know not where

It’s bye-bye to the lands they loved

And the houses they lived.

They make a beeline at the Bus stands.

Or at the Railway stations

Most likely to unknown destinations

And surely not to toil in Paddy fields

But to carry bricks and mortar in urban lands

Back home they were tormented……

By monsoon failure, crop failure and loan repayments

Something will be done

Something will be done

Assured the politicians and officials…..

To hell with your promises

The villagers shouted and off they go

In search of greener pastures.