Thinking about the farmers -The Meal Gods They are the ones born with fertility in their hands But, that day I saw them protesting Some were even older than my grandfather I remember the sun...was just like the authorities It got hotter and burned them. Their voices were cracking down As they sat their shouting for their rights The eyes that use to shine on the harvest...had fired up They say," It's obvious for us to die...." I ask why!!? The great men of our society, providing us food How are they supposed to cry or die? The hardworking days and sleepless nights of a farmer are forgotten....as we taste our mother's food. A farmer grows a crop...like his own daughter -with love and care. And believe me...it's not easy for a father to see his daughter die. It's funny how we started from' Save Tigers' And reached ' Save Farmers'. They are supposed to hug each other after every harvest But they end up hugging the ropes tied to their ceiling Leaving their families to starve And their kids...They end upΒ Β hating their own lands for swallowing up their fathers.
These protests are not a battle of a farmer against a wrong decision. It's the battle of this whole nation.The media is busy covering the drug issues of people who didn't even sacrifice their luxury. We work for hours...but a farmer works for acres. A farm is more than land and crops...it is a family's heritage and future.