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 up  hating their own lands
for swallowing up their fathers.