Mute calves from warhad are we Watching the plunder of mother's milk Drenching earth drop by drop with our sweat Yielding pearls yet our babies in hunger fre

Mute calves from warhad are we Watching the plunder of mother's milk Drenching earth drop by drop with our sweat Yielding pearls yet our babies in hunger fret Cotton crop watered by our sweat Knotting 17 tears on our clothes We farm with our sweat On the pyre our bodies will only half burn No money to buy the wood Reins of our lives always in the hands of others While grinding flour The floors will stain with our blood --- Shri Krishna Kalamb