Annamma looks up with desolate eyes,
Chased by thousand worries and anxieties,
How will she live her life?
How will she feed her two children?
How will she earn her bread and butter?
She has just crossed twenty-five summers,
And now, she is challenged and confused as
To how she would deal with the next five winters?
Condemned by a cruel fate,
Gripped with terrible fear!
Annamma's husband hung himself
Leaving them shocked and devastated,
Harassed by drought
Humiliated by the money lender,
Hounded by acute poverty!
Not a grain of rice in her kitchen pot!
Not a penny in her purse, box or cupboard!
No hope for the future,
No joy in her life,
No God existing in her miserable life!
Topic(s) of this poem: family, farm, farmers, fear, poverty
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