On the Fiji Indian Diaspora
On the Fiji Indian Diaspora
The famine struck
And the two love struck
Were Making love
A raven and a dove
Of Different sects
They must not wed
Banished and sold
And Traded for gold
Agreements signed
Thus starts the grind
And so they sailed
The islands hailed
In trust and hope
For occupation scope
Of country bereft
The girmits left
In shackles bound
They push around
As Bhagoriyas dubbed
In wreck unplugged
They washed ashore
Where cannibals roared
Mingled to hobnob
Got bobs and jobs
For 5 rupees
5 years on knees
In sugary fields
But lastly free
Missed their homeland
But made a stand
In commonwealth
Became vital strength
Basking descendants
Cannot comprehend
The Trojan toil
On foreign soil
The tourists come
From India some
Take souvenirs
And to jahajis cheer
And so does end
The old time tale
Of the diaspora
From Indian trails