The farmers of Karnataka in India
are staging agitations and protests
standing waist deep in the Kabini river
against the verdict of the Supreme Court
for releasing some cusecs of water
from the marvellous Brindavan Dam,
to quench the thirst of the farmers
in the nearby Tanjore belt in Tamil Nadu.
The South West Monsoon Winds are sterile
belying the hopes of the farmers
of the both the States.
The rain-god is sleeping somewhere!
What can the poor do
if lightning bolt strike
the women working in paddy fields
and the boys selling snacks on the beach,
and those taking shelter under the tall trees
when thunder and lightning forewarn the rains?
The gods are snoring in the granite chambers
with the mafia of Sand, Gold, Sandalwood and Coal.
My relatives in Thanjavur Districts are complaining as they are not able to proceed with short term crops of samba sagupadi...what to do when there is no water and what we have done when there is surplus water during rainy season? a thought provoking poem on social issue!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem of the times.You have painted a true picture.Nice poem.Thanks and best wishes.