Far in the barren fields
A farmer along with family lived
No source of childhood and income
Still he felt tables would somehow turn
When rain brought brutal repression
"Shouldn't we love our lives?" his family questioned
After a lethargic tornado of thoughts
He made his mind to board
A bus or a train
That could lead his way
To crowded towns and cities
They all were getting *******
And so started their game of mishappenings
A robber looted, a tenant bullied
Moreover he'd nothing to feed for his family
He rented out a tract
After nodding several pacts
With piles of loans and interests on head
His benefactor turned out to be a traitor
The fuel was he never had been the creditor
What would a debtor engulf from indebtedness?
The pressure on his mind bore deep as beetles
Sorrowful days and tearful nights
He attempted suicide..