the poor people in groups
come under me to take shelter
together to fight
the insult of the rich
racism of the supremacist
casteism of the casteist.
I am not a tree, weak
Nor I make anyone feeble
Rather all the neglected people
Come together in groups
To make nest
On my spirited branches
To pass rest of their life
In heavenly peace.

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