I am green and exact
Whatever come under me are sheltered
Engulfed by love and shade
I am not rude, but kind
Ripen fruits are bestowed to the hunger
My leaves are lost, colour fade
I grow old day by day
Nor the rich nor the poor cares me
Hard-Pressed is taking me far away
I miss my home i miss my family
Now i am misted with fear
Carried on the back of truck's
With a lot of companion's
No last wish, no nothing
I stay like a pumpkin
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