What worth is my life?
I cannot save my precious piece of land!
What use is my life?
I cannot support my wife or my children!
How can I live?
I have not a drop of water to drink!
How can I keep my family happy?
I have no money to provide them with food or clothes.
What for is my existence?
I do not possess a single rupee!
My life on earth is
Meaningless,
Worthless,
Useless!
A very powerful write that bites at farmer's plight. Farmers are backbone of any civilization. They play a vital role in our daily lives. It is incumbent on all government to undertake measures to address the plight of farmers. Magnificent piece!
Thank you Rose, specially for reading this poem on farmer's plight. It is a sad state. I appreciate your concern.
The poverty of farmer growing large, sad. Nice one mam.
Good meaningful poem. Our farmer is very poor . It’s very sad our farmers are not self sufficient.
Farmers plight is, a real lmuseries in the lives of poor farmers who worries endlessly thinking about survival of their families, Congrats to the poet ehi cares, for their lives.
Very well expressed- through the poem in 1st person and through Poet's Notes in 3rd person, the wretched condition of our 'Annadata' (giver of our grains and food i.e. farmer) has been expressed in all seriousness. All steps taken by concerned authorities to ameliorate this sad state of affairs are only cosmetic ones. We are witnessing it for many decades. Thanks, Geeta ji.
A strong shot of words on the face of those who enjoy every morsel of food out of the striving labour of the farmer whose abject poverty forces him to commit suicide...very touching...let's all pray for the betterment of those farmers...and hope a solution will be soon found...a powerful touching poem Geeta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The plight of the poor farmers goes unnoticed by the authorities and the governments! With the unprecedented rise in temperature recently, the farmers are leaving their cattle and livestock behind and running away to safer places! The drought in places like Lathore is driving many farmers to suicide too. This poem is an an eye opener to a crucial issue!
Valsa, thank you so much for understanding the plight of the farmers. Truly, it is a crucial issue that needs to be addressed.