sekharan pookkat


Farmers Sorrow - Poem by sekharan pookkat

The western wind
Wiped away the farmers dreams
Like a stranger
Stolen the treasure of gold.

Dry land became dry
As their dreams dropped
In the midst of sleep
Woven silk in the darkness of night

Today the lands deserted
Tomorrow the rivers
Next day the seas
And the other day...?

Remember. our rivers
Are dying inch by inch
Day by day
And deserted like dead sea.


Don't we preserve our resources
For future generation
Or Consume all
For our greed.

A day will come,
The day of last testament
For answering questions
But we have no answer to fill up.

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remembrance of national calamities

Comments about Farmers Sorrow by sekharan pookkat

  • Edward Kofi Louis (3/26/2016 5:25:00 AM)


    Inch by inch! Drying up; with the muse of nature. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

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  • Soumita Sarkar (6/10/2013 12:38:00 AM)


    Eco-criticism will befit this poignant poem..............Liked it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, November 9, 2013


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