Hill has got one colour now,
it is green, man -made green,
sow the shorghum, sweetcorn sow,
jhumming, jhumming, pangs it solve,
Moon has got one colour now,
blue, man -made blue,
that is rural moon, that is urban moon too,
God has got one name now,
money and money and money,
Give me money, let me go for show.
(translated from poem by Upasana Majhi)
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