Surviving Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Surviving

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As the evening falls
And the returning birds
Look at us suspiciously
Me and my father
Gather the tools
Spades, sickles, pickaxes
Axes and hoes
He walks bent a little to
The front at the waist
I follow him
Soaked with sweat
We finish tilling the small
Piece of land
My mother waits for us
Sitting at the door
She smiles at me
As I wash my feet at the stairs
Sitting around the lamp
We eat the rice gruel
With chili and onion
And hope that this year
Monsoon will arrive in time
And we have nice crops
And we don't have to borrow
Money to buy clothes for us

Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: work,struggle
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Varsha M 03 November 2020

We eat the rice gruel With chili and onion.... happiness even in little. So well you have painted a farmer's life. Very true and very real. Thank-you for bringing this truth.

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Deluke Muwanigwa 03 November 2020

Its a lovely down to earth...pun intended....poem. Its hard farming but there is something satisfying talking to the soil. Last 3 years here in Zim its ben droight after drought due to global warming but we dont give up.

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