Baa, baa, Odia,
You are really badhiaa.
But how are you there
In your own state Odisha?
Yes sir, yes sir,
I am here without my bhasha.
I am here without adequate
food and shelter and
I am flying outside my home land
to fill up my belly and
I am in sorrow day and nights
Thinking about mother there.
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