Farming, noblest of all calling Most terrestrial and natural Innocent human beings beckoned by mother earth to dig out treasures from her infinite chest
Farmers gently hunt out using spades, ploughs, harrows, etc.
Wicked mafia sons suck her blood Inject venoms into her veins and even rape her to death
How pleasurable farming is!
Getting up early morning farmers are allured by plants just like their own children
Their eyes are bathed in happiness when they find plants’ growth leaf after leaf and flower after flower and fruit after fruit getting to ripen
Their eyes are drowned in tears when they find beloved plants withered or dead by bad weather
Farmers, feeders of a nation less remembered gratefully or least honoured and rewarded
Always praying for the mercy of God Risking drought and flood they have only tales of tears
Outcome of their sweat looted by the mafias and they starve and cultivate to feed the nation’s parasites
Numbers of their suicides increase year after year
Let’s salute our farmers for they are the backbones of our nation
This is the first poem from my fourth poetry collection Contemporary Concerns and Beyond published by Authorspress, New Delhi in 2016.
