Farmer looks up with his sunken eyes
Framed against the blue skies
Frail and fettered - he hopes and hopes
Fervently, he prays and prays!
God! Are you up there listening to my woes?
God! Are you blocking me away from my chores?
God! Can you not see I am baffled?
God! Can you not sense that I am troubled?
Crops that I tended with care
Crushed without a fare
Crippled, damaged, dried
Collapsed and dead!
O! Divine Almighty! Let me survive with just a drop of rain!
O! The Supreme Land Lord! Give me a break to end my pain!
Topic(s) of this poem: farm
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