Annamma looks up with desolate eyes,
Chased by thousand worries and anxieties,
How will she live her life?
How will she feed her two children?
How will she earn her bread and butter?
She has just crossed twenty-five summers,
And now, she is challenged and confused as
To how she would deal with the next five winters?
Condemned by a cruel fate,
Gripped with terrible fear!
Annamma's husband hung himself
Leaving them shocked and devastated,
Harassed by drought
Humiliated by the money lender,
Hounded by acute poverty!
Not a grain of rice in her kitchen pot!
Not a penny in her purse, box or cupboard!
No hope for the future,
No joy in her life,
No God existing in her miserable life!
It's sad when we know they is more then enough food to feed the entire world. The cruel irony is she is trying to grow the thing she needs, and starving at the same time. Excellent poem, thanks for sharing.
This is indeed a terrible situation. Amid the stories of farm distress pushing hundreds of farmers to commit suicide leaving their hapless family members to fend for themselves with no young male members to help. This entire portrayal is heart-wrenching. Nobody seems to have any concern for their pitiable condition. Where is the government which has been elected by 'We the people....'. and has taken the oath to serve the people equitably. Thanks, Geeta ji.
It is really a heart touching write.. There are many cases of farmer's suicide in India.Though there are many schemes to uplift the conditions of farmers, the true benefit does not reach the needy.It is really a tragic situation.The one who grows food do not get to eat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
terrible picture of Annamma is truly portrayed