The Ruins. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Hopeless village farming
The hopeless farming community
Once loved the land
Once were dedicated for production
Of food grains, to self reliance
Now slowly losses the hope
The painful loss they suffers
The painful journey of life
Village economy once were beneficial
To all for sustenance
The farmers, the backbone of society
Their tears will end in ruins
The world will be the great loser
May they get enough to existence
Enough to meet the challenges
The drought, makes them poor
The climate change ruins their life.