Fire burns by the fire of
Farmers heart
Million and millions on the street
Just to block the capital
Pandemic threat Of ending their own life
Not much valuable than to save
The life of their generations
Protest against new farm law
Implemented by the ruling government
Those who have already sold their individual spine
Offering huge number of state owned sectors
Bowing their heads to corporate lords
By the plea of reformation
Trying to sell the land
Along with farmers life and liberty
As India experienced before independence
By the name of "Indigo Plantation"
Farmers their arrogance still non-violent
But their firm determination
Vibrates through the nation
One nation one demand to roll back
The conspiracy of selling the freedom
India not for those puppets
Acting as spineless snobbish rulers
Farmers not the coward kittens
To be entrapped by those communal state runners
Fire burns not by outer events
It's the anger aflames India
Roll back or bring your cannon
We are on street to protest till you bent
Echoes the cold, fog and darkness of night...
Pranab k c
01/12/2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am with you there. I am not Indian but i know what it feels like to have your birthright tinkered with. That is war. Stand your ground.
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