The
Mandi Man
Burrow
deeper to bury the truth
The
ball carriers clap their hands
Build
a fence to protect on intruders
Under
the ground the water table
It
seeps through on the rainy season
The
truth will emerge in various oceans
The
elements will be known soon
The
Mandi Man carrying his pails
Balancing
on his bamboo pole
Dancing
on the wooden bridge
The
truth has been buried
But
he forgets about truth
Like
water it can seep through
Traveling
far and wide to get the light
Countries
have light up digging up facts
The
Mandi Man
Time
he will face his truth
He
will not go free easily
The
Bamboo River has a place
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