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Warm innocent blood
Splattered on the roadside
The pitiful villager-duckling
of the ill-fated village

From humble birth
asked for very little
A handful of grain, a few rupees
For satisfying hunger and daily needs

The King of the Hapless Village
Lived in a comfortable metropolis
Far away from hunger and poverty
The King - the image icon of Liberty

A factory for making chemicals
to be built in the village
Th villagers gathered courage,some arms
Resisted the Kings Army the Kings Men

Fierce battle raged for months
The Kings Army won
They marched victorious leaving corpses
Then rain came down,the blood washed away

The sun shone bright and clear
The Sun of Progress,Modernization
The King was happily chuckling
Who cares for the wayside Ugly Duckling ?

© Bishwanath Mukherjee