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Justice
At sunrise, he sets out,
To toil in a farmer's field,
Working all day under the
scorching sun,
A worn-out tool in his hand,
Standing knee-deep in water.
With just a morsel of bread,
The poor man struggles through the day.
As evening falls, he asks for his wage,
But the landlord denies, saying, ""Nothing today.""
Is this, O God, your justice?
But if not today, then someday,
Their fate will surely change.
Through the story of progress,
They will write their own destiny.
-Manoj Kumar
