When there is no rain
Farmers groan in pain
And with unseasonal rain
There produce flood the drains.
With their life in mess
Farmers are in distress
And with no fruitful harvest
The bankers further oppress.
They in darkness grope
And find life hard to cope
And then they pick up a rope
And hang-up all their hopes!
But shouldn't we find a solution
To stride over this miserable situation?
Some sort of emancipation
So as to build a prosperous nation.
From mass media we know about the suicide of Indian farmers.Very aptly you have narrated about the Indian farmer. Many thanks.
A thoughtful poem on an issue of great current concern to India. Well presented with brevity and clarity. Thanks for sharing.
It is really heart touching With full of meanings Want to be a poet Yet not sure about the felling
A Thoughtful write. Really its pathetic to hear suicide by farmers. Yes, one has to search for practical solution. Many crops lots due to untimely rains. Really one has to think about. Beautiful presentation. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I lived and did surgery in India for 5 months and my heart goes out to the farmers of India and you have expressed their plight so well, let us hope and pray a solution can be found.