A Farmer's Paradise Lost
Oh! I had such beautiful family,
Sister, brother, mom and daddy.
There was in house ever merry,
With our little pay we were happy.
We had small piece of the land,
Small descent farming in hand;
Dad ploughed the field with his hand,
Mom seeded and treated the land.
I rode on the Buffalo's back,
Along with brother carrying the sack,
In the evening we came back,
Hungry, thirsty we came back.
But one cruel, wicked day,
We were robbed by scorching day,
Our land dried out after the day,
We had no crop since that day.
Buffalo starved of no food,
We were left with no more food,
No one helped us with some food,
We were starving of no food.
Mother, father were in tension,
Father died of hyper-tension;
Then my mother suffered tension,
She lost memory due to tension.
I live now in orphanage,
With no mother till this age,
This place seems to be a cage,
For the guardians I was a page.
Brother, sister sleep in grave,
Father also sleeps in grave,
In the church my mom is save,
In this orphanage to me she gave.
This is the song of my life,
As a farmer that was my life,
Drought-stricken was my life,
Ah! so pain was in my life.