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Farmers: The End of the Road
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He couldn't see
The end of the road
Blinded by misery
What to do, there was nothing to do
Where to go
There was nowhere to go
He had nothing else to barter or sell
Not even his soul.
Loan repayment! What a dream!
For farmers the only way out
Is to cop out
Can anyone hear their plea?
The tears of an anonymous entity?
State by state, region by region
Their suicides have now become legion
Let the world now give them a voice
Instead of their being bereft of choice.
Rani Turton
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Rema Prasanna (5/14/2008 2:04:00 AM)
True to the state of affairs of farmers, very touching, pledging their soul, heart and at the end empty promises. This poem pained my heart, your lines were strong to hold that effect, i appreciate you for it, a ten for you |
Vidi Writes (5/11/2008 5:27:00 AM)
Deep concern for the Farmer
A source food to land and foreign
Who took his bread and butter away?
Oh! they are those who eat his crop! !
Will that get digest in those intestine?
That’s why they fill in intensive care! ! !
But non digestion is not a remedy.
This tragedy has become political comedy
All have to rise up to this reason
Not just for Reservations and Entry into Vellore Prison
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