I start my day at the crack of dawn
Knowing its going to be a hard, labourous one
It doesn't scare me as I am prepared to toil
After all they call me son of the soil!
My sleeping family for now looks content
Being a farmer, I still buy most of my food on rent
Keeping aside these worries I go to the farm
Its just dawn, yet the weather is quite warm.
I start my physically tough job
At the end of the day, they are still going to rob
Me and my family of our right
Yet no one can feel my plight.
My land is barren due to lack of rains
With this year's produce too I have no gains.
I am neck deep in debt now
But the key to a debt free life is no more my plough.
Every moment of the day I am struggling
Now I am exhausted with this non- stop juggling
To provide for my unfortunate family
Why can't they spend even one day happily?
I have fought hard to keep things together
Unfortunately my destiny still depends on the right weather
This will be the last day of my lifelong fight
And yet again, the nation will mourn the death of a farmer as a media bite!