They all boarded train joyous

One voice missing in chorus

She could not make last run

To her home,she lost her turn,

It was hard like a marathon walk

For a teenager ardous difficult task

Her walk to reach her village hut

Here no wages no food -all shut

Jamla left her home for a wager

Now ghar wapsi ,for here only hunger,

Her torso unfit to traverse 100mile

No water or food to her body fragile

Collapsed when her village a little away

 Lifeless Jamla reached to her homestay.

A number only of lost people in disaster

Who cares the death of village teenager.

                                                                     ~Shyamal Mukhopadhyay

                                                                  Nagpur, India