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!
Crushed without a fare! With the problems in life. Thanks for sharing.
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 i am one with you dear poetess and join your prayers to help our dear farmers by giving rain.......you have such a sympathetic soul- only such a poetess can pray like this understanding the plight of the farmers and their sorrows. thank you very much dear Geeta....... tony
Hello, dear Dr. Tony, So good to hear from you, once again. Thanks a lot for joining me in my prayers for the survival of the farming community. You too have a sympathetic heart, Tony! God bless!
Marie, you have understood perfectly the situation of the farmers and their terrible plight. Yes, Mother Earth shows both her benign and virile aspects. Prayer helps a lot. You have an empathetic heart, Marie. Thank you so much! Your prayers and support will certainly bring rain to the dried up land. May God bless you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so sad that farmers in our land are too dependent on the vagaries of climate. Either it is drought or flood. After months of hard toil, when it is time to harvest the crop, nothing remains. This drives them to depression! The Govt. is not taking adequate steps to protect their interests or give enough compensation in case of crop failure. You have realistically brought out their plight.