It Rains In Delhi- 03 Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
It Rains In Delhi- 03
Folded hands that till the fields
And feed the nation
Hold firm in clenched fists;
Aching hearts do not waver.
Power makes people arrogant. Hope better sense will prevail.5*
So much power in but a few words. The resolve of the people to stand united is so eloquently conveyed. A brilliant work, and to myfavourites.
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5/5/2024 9:26:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant poem on the farmers of India and the current situation.
Thank you Geeta. As always, you come out with the best words, right from the heart, whenever you write to me. Obliged